Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Mean are the that tear at the palms
A tiny baby is crying, then
And curses ring out of the psalms
I know

And are the sounds, dragged from the trains
leave a trail of rust in the rains
Great lakes are spilling the great plains
They up everything

Oh no, oh no
Board up the windows and shoot at the
And lay might thing low

Well, I didn't know day that I fell
In terre-haute at the hotel
Where I something that I'd never sell
I let go

Now all that I see me afraid
I count the years by the marks they made
And the sun from a circle of shade
That swallows up

Oh no, oh no
Board up the and shoot at the crows
And lay every might low