Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from minor festival
Didn't like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy
She was the hand to fit my

Funny thing, the of the lonely
thing, the charm of the young

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

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

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

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

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

Funny thing, the of the lonely
Funny thing, the of the young

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

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

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

There was the promise of bed-time
There was the promise of on earth
Think I was out low-voltage electricity
it right down for what it was worth

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

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

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