Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

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

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 tapping at my car window
And I'm squinting the sun
Trying to see if she's some of the nineties
Or just another fantasy of mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thing, the wisdom 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