Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

Thumbtacks all out across your hometown state
A tree at half mast
Wait until wintertime, a paper trail
And a plant that's overgrown

Like a cabin in the woods on a
Like a minor

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

And tucked under cap
And for a moment a stillness
the room spins again
A minor holiday, it again
it out so you can tell

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

On a holiday, transfer this weight
On a minor holiday, this weight
Minor holiday, holiday
Oh, minor holiday, going and forth
On a minor holi, minor holiday, a holiday