Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted some minor festival
Didn't look any summer of love
Just a weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my

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

See how she moves like 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 she's some child of the
Or just another dangerous fantasy of

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

A perfect hole was in her
It a perfect window to her heart
I could moved among her waterfalls
Her curtains drawn apart

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

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

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

She pressed the button, the window
Let her hand 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 nowhere special
Yeah, well, it was obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching, waiting
She'd here before, most definitely

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

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

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

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