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 provisions and bottles of bourbon to last all through the weekend
One hundred they drove just to fish in a stream
And there's so much water so close to
When arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly
Warmed up with whisky walked to the river where the water flowed past

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

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