Luyện nghe bài hát Pegan Angel And A Borrowed Car

Love was a made of smoke
In a copse of trees
A bone cold and than our bodies
floating in the sea
Every morning there were
The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's
Every evening I would watch her the pillow
against her hollows, her unholy child
I was still a beggar shaking out my coat
Among the angry cemetery
When caught the king beneath the borrowed car
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal

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