Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

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

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

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 so help me, I know

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

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

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

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 so help me, I know

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

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

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

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

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