Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Turning To White

Paul (Mushroom Music)
Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains three friends
took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they just to fish in a stream
And there's so water so close to home
When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their quickly
Warmed up with whisky they walked to the where the water flowed past

In the moonlight they saw the body of a girl floating face down
And so much water so close to home
When he me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen
And behind my eyes, my daily
Everything's turning to
It was too hard to how long she'd been dead, the river was that close
to
But one thing for sure, the girl died very well to judge from the

They stood there above her all thinking the thoughts at the same time
There's so much water so to home
They carried her downstream from their fishing; between two rocks
gently her
After all they'd come so far, it was
And the girl keep; she was going nowhere
stayed up there fishing for two days
They it on Sunday when they came back down
There's so much so close to home
he holds me now I'm pretending
I like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily
Everything's to white
The newspapers that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested
On the day of the funeral the radio that a young man had been arrested
I went to the service a stranger; I drove the lake out of town
There's so much water so close to
he holds me now I'm pretending
I like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my disguise
Everything's to white