Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

She longs for peace, her revenge
She's a stark white pale rider and hell's just around the bend
kids 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 tough and it through
Before the can reach her face

She flies like a 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 thumbs the pages 'til the Good Book smolders and ignites

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

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

She flies a kite held at the other end
Tuggin' down on her cinnamon thread, she's dragged in the
But she reads the Bible, she 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

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

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