Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Night

hot air hangs like a man
a white oak tree
people on porches
how things used to be
dark
night

the neighborhood was
moving in
a new boy fell for a local
when she made at him

she was young and
no to other men
but doors being locked at night
old were drawn again

I thought things like
didn't matter
I thought all the
had been long ago
dark
night

he her to the outskirts
and his love to her
they thought it was secret
but knew where they were

he her so close
he asked about her
was a shot from a passing car
and the young screamed
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