Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

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

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

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
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 in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of

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

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

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it do no good to get angry so help me, I know

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

My in the ice house, come hill or come valley
a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold morning to a church house
to shovel some snow

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

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw your hands in the air, say what does it
But it do no good to get angry so help me, I know

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