Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

My heart's in the ice house, hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked the alley
On a cold morning to a church house
Just to some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked nuder
An altar boy's hit by a local commuter
Just walking with his back turned
To the train that was so slow

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so me, I know

For a heart stained in anger weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own of sorrow

been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, the girl with the black hair
And my shouted down to my heart
"You better out below"

Hey, it ain't such a long drop, stammer don't stutter
the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw your hands in the air, say does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows and grows bitter
You your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your own chain of sorrow

My heart's in the ice house, hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's to a church house
Just to shovel snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a commuter
Just walking with his back turned
To the that was coming so slow

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own of sorrow