Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown
A hollow at half mast
Wait until wintertime, a paper trail
And a licorice that's overgrown

Like a cabin in the on a minor
Like a holiday

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

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

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

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