Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some minor
look like any summer of love
Just a weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my

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

See how she moves just two angels
In innocence
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 child of the nineties
Or just another dangerous of mine

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

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

Did she see warm in my numbers?
To wanna 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 of the young

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

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

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

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

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

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

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