Luyện nghe bài hát My Widow

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

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

The she was right.
How I wish my 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, until I off the bar,
and my girlfriend starts to ashamed.
It aint but in the night, while she sleeps she likes to fight,
and I wake up all and blue.
She says to tie her up, I say worry love,
I was restless too.

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

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

Now shes ready to go.
Holding a letter and a stem rose.
I zip her dress in the back, as she paints her black,
wipes the lipstick from her teeth slow.
She always comes back a mess, with on her dress,
and all the of a new widow.
If I give a little, give a little, give a more,
can I make 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,
bullet in the gun.
Oh yes, always one.