Luyện nghe bài hát My Widow

Love only bring me down.
As as her wedding gown.
Folded in the corner, a locket that he bought her,
it like hes still around.
If the sky isnt blue, I never what to do,
I always the need to leave town.
years been tough, here in Cedar Neck Bluff,
my front has got 3 chains.
I worry about this, and I about that,
I get to sing in the rain.

But theres one,
bullet in the gun.
Oh yes, always one.

The she was right.
How I my heart could change.
It makes me shiver in the night, like a in a fight,
Im better off to love the pain.
So I run up my card, I fall off the bar,
and my starts to feel ashamed.
It aint right but in the night, she sleeps she likes to fight,
and I up all black and blue.
She says to tie her up, I say dont love,
I was born too.

And theres one,
bullet in the gun.
Oh yes, theres one,
left in the gun.
Oh yes, always one.

Im to say, that Im no help.
Im to say, he is gone.
Im to say, youve lost me too.

Now shes getting to go.
Holding a and a long stem rose.
I zip her dress in the back, as she her eyes black,
the lipstick from her teeth real slow.
She always comes a mess, with mascara on her dress,
and all the of a new widow.
If I give a little, give a little, a little more,
can I ever make her the same?
She worries about this, and she about that,
before the war she to sing in the rain.

But always one,
left in the gun.
Oh yes, theres one,
bullet in the gun.
Oh yes, always one.