Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

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

The handle's rough, she works it smooth hardened by the
The hands get and it transfers through
Before the lines can her face

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

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

Hoarse and sore, her voice soars
Through her song a rusty cello
Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, time 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 and a little sass

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

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

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

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