Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

I wonder if blade ran through someone's side
The wiped away to hide
How you grandfather was 'fore he died
But war can make out of us all
I'm I'd become one if I was called
And then it be my blade
Here at this

The guitar I am holding is way out of
The neck it is and the saddle is through
I wonder if sweet music was played
the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a
Here at yardsale

A for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all are built
A blanket of voices speak in shame
Flowers of and fruit of the same
A basket of at all
at this yardsale

So if I had the money I'd buy
And cover the whole lot good gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the
And rid mother earth of what never last
And her the present of ash
Made of a