Luyện nghe bài hát Stolen Shoes & a Rifle

Weather is like on fire
Ground's a sound in my feet
I cant my shaking Ive been traveling so low
And the shoes Ive been wearing, well they belong to slow
And a waking bird shakes the trees above my head
Stolen shoes and a rifle I just cant seem to stay
Oh the stones wont be lonely here year it's gone now
My lover shes got brothers down in
They worship at the foot of the
My trails been cold for but I hear them all the same
Scattered out wildfire on the plain
And the giant waking bird shakes the above my head
Stolen shoes and a rifle I just seem to stay dead
Oh the stones wont be lonely here this year gone now
Weather is feathers on fire