Luyện nghe bài hát My Widow

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

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

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

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

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

Now shes getting to go.
Holding a letter and a long rose.
I zip her dress in the back, as she her eyes black,
the lipstick from her teeth real slow.
She always back 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 her feel the same?
She worries this, and she worries about that,
the war she used to sing in the rain.

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