Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

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

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

See how she moves like two angels
In white
Yet one of was on the run

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obvious, she was headed nowhere
Yeah, well, it was obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching, some
She'd been before, most 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 and looked at me in white innocence
And with the clearest of forever gray
She rested one small hand for a on my knee
I stopped the car, she away

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

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