Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Peaches

We came the black dirt hill
'Tween the of blooming peaches.
And we scattered fawns
As we in to the ditches.

Ahead of me ran
Who a bullet to the chest.
And beneath the swaying
Jackson slowly to death.

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

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

Like hands of light
Trailing up from peaches.
And the running fawns
Leaping the branches.

Across the corpses on the
The sunset her flames.
And her glowing fingers me
As they dug my grave.