Luyện nghe bài hát Cardboard Box Of Batteries

Make a in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve
Paste your hopes on a blade, plant it up on the hill
Pencil sharpened with a putty knife, pretty as a pretty nun
Maybe you wake and think, this is great, I just want to run

The walls blend into ceilings and faces
Never enough to think it out, only time to forget I'm here
The is on the table but I've got no coins for pay
A beer circle around her name, what the hell did she say?

The wise are playing tether ball and the ball's eyes look mine
Rolling around on the end of the cord, I can't up for down
I'm a lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel
I remember a dirty or two but I can't remember the feel
I remember a dirty joke or two but I can't remember the

Too time alone I spend, a miser with a nickel worn
like a mother but I can't let go
I'll spit the hours 'cross the room and I'll kick 'em out the
Hell, you can have them, another thing I've got no use for

And it's that this comes out dark, it's not that bad
There's still a sparkle, silver in my cavity that music in the winter
I've a cardboard box of batteries hidden in a tire
A miner's hat with a on top and a handful of wedding rings
A miner's hat a light on top and a handful of wedding rings