Luyện nghe bài hát Empty

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

And of these cut-throat sunsets
These and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary
If my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with country mouth, so plain
Outside, the is tapping 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 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 must admit you kind of me"
a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of to die
Listen, some did that walked beside me
There's a lot of I don't understand
Why so people lie
It's their hurt I hide that the fire inside me
Will I always this way
So empty, so