Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from minor festival
look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a field
She was the to fit my glove

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

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 through the sun
Trying to see if she's child of the nineties
Or just another fantasy of mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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