Luyện nghe bài hát Charlemagne's Home Town

Ive got it all to now
Crack the just a hair
and close, the way I like it
Black tobacco the air
I to myself, I lack the language
I measure out my life coffee grounds
The trees are the color of
In home town

I said I didnt the distance
As if Id been that tough
I can hear your across the water
But thats nowhere enough

you fly across that ocean
Take a on down
Because the nights growing
In Charlemagnes town

The fortune teller told me
That I have found out on my own
She read my and she took my money
She looked at me with of stone

She said the odds are and stacked against us
Still we try because we
To keep from our senses
Long forgotten in the

the bones of some saint
Beneath a floor
Who have died for lack of light
The color I sent you
All out in black and white

Theres a child on a snow white pony
On a in the market place
He sits on that horse and he looks through me
A falls across his face
What will I do my glass is empty
What will I do it all comes down
What I do when it comes to nothing
In Charlemagnes home