Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some minor
Didn't look 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 charm of the

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

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

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

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

Did she see warm safety in my
To wanna hitch a this way
like I was taking her to market now
To be as the last lot of the day

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

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

She pressed the button, the window
Let her hand trail in the of the night
A frost from nowhere seemed to her fingers
I could have warmed them but the moment wasn't

Obvious, she was nowhere special
Yeah, well, it was even to me
I was doing some, some watching, waiting
She'd here before, most definitely

There was the of early bed-time
There was the promise of heaven on
Think I was sending out electricity
Played it right down for it was worth

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

Funny thing, the wisdom of the
thing, the charm of the young
you go now

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