Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

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

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

She flies like a kite at the other end
Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, shreddin' 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 her tight like she should be cinnamindy

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

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

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

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 cries late at night, mama up like a wrecking ball

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