Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

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

Like a cabin in the woods on a
a minor holiday

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

And tucked under cap
And for a there's a stillness
the room spins again
A minor holiday, spin it
Ride it out so you can

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

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