Luyện nghe bài hát Empty

She her skirt up to her knees
Walks the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my
I choose instead to in my disasters
I walk on down the hill through grass, grown and brown
And still its hard somehow to let go of my
On past the back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That into this field, collecting rain
Will I feel this way
So empty, so

And of these cut-throat busted
These cold and damp quiet mornings, I have weary
If through my and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the
Let the flowers from from your hair
And kiss me with country mouth, so plain
Outside, the rain is on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet we've made
Will I feel this way
So empty, so

Well, I my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said "Do best, destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so times
I must you kind of bore me"
There's a lot of things that can a man
a lot of ways to die
Listen, some already did walked beside me
There's a lot of I don't understand
Why so people lie
It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire me
Will I always this way
So empty, so