Luyện nghe bài hát Empty

She her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden with her bare feet, laughing
I never to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my
I walk on the hill through grass, grown tall and brown
And still its somehow to let go of my pain
On the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks this field, collecting rain
I always feel this way
So empty, so

And of cut-throat busted sunsets
cold and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary
If my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse the chair
Let fall the flowers from from your
And kiss me with that mouth, so plain
Outside, the rain is on the leaves
To me it sounds like applauding us, the quiet love we've made
Will I feel this way
So empty, so

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