Luyện nghe bài hát Pile Of Stones

Garbage fires, worn out
jackknives, broken lives
Starts and at old pawn shops
Boys first fish, wish

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

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

Old frames, the candles flame
High dance, never had a chance
Fly off in a rage a bird in a cage
in the water, death of my father

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

As long as the grasses
And the four blow
I feel prayers from home
In this of stones, stones, stones

As long as the grow
And the four winds
I your prayers from home
In pile of stones
In this pile of
In this pile of