Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Turning To White

Paul (Mushroom Music)
Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all 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 and dark; they set up their camp quickly
up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed past

In the moonlight they saw the body of a young floating face down
And there's so much water so to home
he hold me now I'm pretending
I feel I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily
Everything's to white
It was too hard to tell how she'd been dead, the river was that close
to
But one thing for sure, the hadn't died very well to judge from the

They stood there above her all thinking the same at the same time
so much water so close to home
They carried her downstream from their between two rocks they
wedged her
After all they'd so far, it was late
And the would keep; she was going nowhere
They stayed up fishing for two days
They it on Sunday when they came back down
There's so water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm
I feel like I'm inside
And my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's to white
The newspapers said that the 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 to home
he holds me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm inside
And behind my eyes, my disguise
Everything's turning to