Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

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

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

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

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