Luyện nghe bài hát Everything's Turning To White

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

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

They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same
There's so much water so to home
They carried her downstream from 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 up there fishing for two days
They reported it on when they came back down
There's so water so close to home
he holds me now I'm pretending
I feel like I'm frozen
And behind my eyes, my daily
Everything's turning to
The newspapers said that the had been strangled to death and also molested
On the day of the funeral the reported that a young man had been arrested
I went to the service a stranger; I drove past the out of town
There's so much water so close to
When he holds me now I'm
I feel like I'm inside
And behind my eyes, my daily
Everything's turning to