Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

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

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

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

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

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

She flies like a held at the other end
Tuggin' down on her thread, she's dragged 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 like she should be cinnamindy

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

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