Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some festival
Didn't look any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy
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 white
Yet one of was on the run

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

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

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

Did she see warm in my numbers?
To hitch a ride 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, white
White innocence, white
White innocence, innocence
White innocence, white, white

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

Obvious, she was headed nowhere
Yeah, well, it was even to me
I was doing some, watching, some waiting
been here before, most 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 of forever gray
She rested one small hand for a second on my
I stopped the car, she away

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

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