Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

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

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

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your in the air, say what does it matter?
But it do no good to get angry so help 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 own chain of sorrow

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

Hey, it ain't a long drop, don't stammer don't stutter
From the in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to 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 to get angry 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 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 morning to a church
Just to shovel snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a local
from 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 what does it
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me, I

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