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 field
She was the hand to fit my

thing, the innocence of the lonely
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 she's some of the nineties
Or another dangerous fantasy of mine

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

A perfect was in her stocking
It made a perfect to her heart
I could have moved among her
Her curtains drawn apart

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

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

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

She pressed the button, the window
Let her trail in the slipstream of the night
A from nowhere 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 early
was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was out low-voltage electricity
Played it right down for what it was

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

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

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