Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Mean are the that tear at the palms
A tiny baby is crying, calms
And curses ring out of the psalms
I don't

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

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

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

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

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