Luyện nghe bài hát Off-the-grid Girl

OFF-THE-GRID
Music, Eddie Arkin/Lyrics, Feather

He his bags in Bellingham,
Took the water taxi to I am.
Wed lie by the brook; his dog,
Chasing butterflies while I my blog.
It warned the world to stay away,
To away.
He would never the deep, dark winter here.
He that clear.

got these rats as big as cats,
Slugs as long as arm,
A nasty of rattlesnakes
by the onion farm.
We them in to eat the rats,
Which, as I stated, are big as cats.
All they did was and grow.
Its a very scary to be,
Unless an off-the-grid girl
me.

Forget about the ferry
It be dropping you here.
Forget those listings
On the of Windermere,
Or Banker, or John L. Scott.
One plot is all weve got.
stays are scarcely apropos,
Though a cabin in the shadow of the penitentiary,
Just for an off-the-grid girl
me.

Its for our aquifer.
Salt pours every tap.
Not can grow but nettles,
And sting you in a snap,
But if youre anyhow,
Get all your now.
Ill tell you
(Keep it on the down-low.):
Theres a nasty pox for theres no immunity,
Unless an off-the-grid girl
me.

Ive kept his books the bed.
Ive let him inside my head.
Hed by the table where I sold
The of purple, the plums of gold.
I guessed a cap and gown.
I knew he played his down.