Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some minor
Didn't look like any of love
Just a thousand weekend in a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my

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

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

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

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

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

Did she see warm in my numbers?
To hitch a ride this way
Felt like I was 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, innocence
innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white, innocence

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

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

There was the promise of early
There was the promise of heaven on
Think I was sending out electricity
Played it right for what it was worth

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

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

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