Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

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

a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a holiday

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

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

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

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