Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Red

in a pile of on the corner of first and park.
almost as tall as the light.
we over.
two on a black and white dyno.
my mom and dad for my birthday.
last week.
we're our fortune here.
once a time.
by a pocket knife.
you me your secrets.
i you all of mine.
sometimes when i'm looking now.
i i could say i'm sorry.
i'm of me and you.
when things felt right.
this we met at the playground.
we sat on the of the tractor tire.
and talked of our plans for the next days.
over some red.
back in late november.
we out the ice together.
the rope tied my waist.
you'd me back if i would fall.
night.
sending signals through the blinds with flashlights.
the neighbors dog would bark early morning sunrise.
some roman candles and a book of matches night.
explaining marks in our clothes at dinner.
headlights that ran across the wall.
we thought that it be a ufo from outer space.
and sometimes we out on the roof.
and tuned the radio the auto-rama drive in movie show