Luyện nghe bài hát Empty

She her skirt up to her knees
through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to in my disasters
I walk on down the hill through grass, grown tall and
And still its hard to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field, collecting
Will I always feel way
So empty, so

And of these cut-throat busted
These and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusted lips
I these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse the chair
Let the flowers from from your hair
And me with that 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 always feel way
So empty, so

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