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 is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed

The rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace
The get tough and it transfers through
Before the can reach her face

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

She late at night
No one to her tight like she should be cinnamindy

Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice
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 everybody with a last good laugh
The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a sass

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

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

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

She late 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 morning light she's back to cinnamindy