Luyện nghe bài hát Pile Of Stones

Garbage fires, out tires
Dull jackknives, lives
Starts and stops at old pawn
Boys first fish, drunkards

of war behind a motel door
Strangers touch on a broken
Old man sing under an wing
spark, stray dog bark

As as the grasses grow
And the four winds
I feel prayers from home
In pile of stones

Old bike frames, the flame
High school dance, had a chance
Fly off in a like a bird in a cage
in the water, death of my father

Sun goes on this part of town
Boxer's fist, wrist
Deserted tracks, I ain't goin'
Buffalo bones, old stones

As long as the grow
And the four blow
I feel your from home
In pile of stones, stones, stones

As as the grasses grow
And the four blow
I feel your prayers from
In this pile of
In this pile of
In pile of stones