Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

She longs for peace, it's her
She's a stark pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend
She's to raise, she got bills to feed
And her pride is a higher than some bum of a man upon a steed

The handle's rough, she works it hardened by the pace
The hands get tough and it through
Before the can reach her face

She flies like a held at the other end
Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, she's in the wind
But she the Bible, she believes the light
She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good smolders and ignites

She cries late at
No one to hold her like she should be cinnamindy

Hoarse and sore, her voice soars
her song like a rusty cello
Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it's to dream
And days you'll find she make smile with a last good laugh
The days are but she blows it all off with a wink and a little sass

She like a kite held at the other end
down on her cinnamon thread, she's dragged in the wind
But she the Bible, she believes the light
She thumbs through the pages 'til the Book smolders and ignites

She cries at night
No one to hold her tight like she should be

But she reads the Bible, she the light
She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good smolders and ignites
She cries late at night, mama down the hall
She late at night, mama curled up like a wrecking ball

She cries at night
There's no one to hold her tight she should be
But by the morning the cinnamon's on her cheeks
But by the light she's back to being cinnamindy