Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Turning To White

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

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 like I'm inside
And behind my eyes, my disguise
Everything's turning to
It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was close
to
But one for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the

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