Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some minor
look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy
She was the to fit my glove

Funny thing, the innocence of the
Funny thing, the of the young

See how she moves just two angels
In innocence
Yet one of was on the run

The other's tapping at my car
And I'm squinting the sun
Trying to see if some child of the nineties
Or just another dangerous fantasy of

Yeah, white innocence, innocence
innocence, she was white innocence

A perfect was in her stocking
It a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved her waterfalls
Her misty drawn apart

Did she see warm in my numbers?
To wanna hitch a ride way
Felt I was taking her to market now
To be as the last lot of the day

Funny thing, the distance of the
Funny thing, the charm of the

White innocence, innocence
innocence, white innocence
White innocence, innocence
White innocence, white, innocence

She the button, lowered the window
Let her trail in the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere to lick her fingers
I could have them but the moment wasn't right

Obvious, she was headed special
Yeah, well, it was obvious to me
I was doing some, watching, some waiting
She'd been before, most definitely

There was the promise of early
was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was sending out low-voltage
Played it right for what it was worth

She turned and at me in white innocence
And with the eyes of forever gray
She rested one hand for a second on my knee
I stopped the car, she walked

Funny thing, the of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the
you go now

White innocence, innocence
innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white
White innocence, innocence
innocence, white innocence