Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

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

The guitar I am holding is way out of
The it is warped and the saddle is through
I wonder if music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the
From this ghost of a song
Here at this

A for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all things are
A blanket of voices speak in shame
of plastic and fruit of the same
A of nothing at all
Here at this

So if I had the money I'd buy
And cover the lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all that I for the past
And rid mother of what never should last
And her the present of ash
of a yardsale