Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted some minor festival
Didn't like any summer of love
Just a weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the to fit my glove

Funny thing, the innocence of the
thing, the charm of the young

See how she just like two angels
In innocence
Yet one of was on the run

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

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

A perfect hole was in her
It made a window to her heart
I could have moved among her
Her misty curtains drawn

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

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

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

She pressed the button, the window
Let her hand in the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her
I could have warmed them but the moment right

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

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

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

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

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