Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

Thumbtacks all out across your hometown state
A hollow tree at mast
Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper
And a licorice plant overgrown

Like a in the woods on a minor
a minor holiday

Wool rich, red plaid wool, Irish whiskey
Here comes my bright haired lass
Like a trash burning and burning it
My could never write, the words never fail

And under your cap
And for a moment there's a
the room spins again
A holiday, spin it again
it out so you can tell

Wasted on the weekend, good time with my excuse
Where the plot lines are dead ends
Floating in her at the bottom of a well
Floating in her eyes it out for a spell

On a minor holiday, transfer this
On a minor holiday, transfer this
holiday, minor holiday
Oh, minor holiday, going back and
On a minor holi, minor holiday, a holiday