Luyện nghe bài hát Pegan Angel And A Borrowed Car

Love was a made of smoke
In a copse of trees
A bone and older than our bodies
floating in the sea
Every there were planes
The shiny blades of angels in our father's skies
Every evening I would watch her hold the
Tight against her hollows, her unholy
I was still a beggar shaking out my coat
Among the cemetery leaves
When they caught the king beneath the car
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the keys

was a father's flag and sung like a shank
In a cake on our leather
A beautiful feather floating
To where the birds had shit on empty pews
Every morning we found one more
To mock our ever waning patience at the
Every evening she'd descend the stealing socks
And singing something where all the horses fell
Like a snake within the wilted garden
I'd hint to her possibility
While with his gun the pagan rose to say
"My is one made to break every bended knee"