Luyện nghe bài hát Pile Of Stones

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

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

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

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

Sun goes down on this part of
fist, junkie's wrist
Deserted tracks, I ain't back
bones, old grave stones

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

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