Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Peaches

We down the black dirt hill
'Tween the rows of peaches.
And we leaping fawns
As we in to the ditches.

of me ran Jackson
Who took a to the chest.
And beneath the swaying
slowly bled to death.

But as his eyes dimmed
I saw a mist.
Drift to the clouds
From his cold blue lips.

Now my eyes were
I stood up the guns.
I saw trails of smoke and
everywhere I looked.

Like hands of glowing
Trailing up from peaches.
And around the fawns
through the branches.

Across the on the hills
The spread her flames.
And her fingers held me
As dug my shallow grave.