Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

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

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

A dollar for anything here on this
A price tag for hands from which all things are
A of voices speak pleasure 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 whole lot with gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the
And rid mother earth of what should last
And her the present of ash
Made of a