Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

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

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

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

So if I had the I'd buy everything
And cover the whole lot with good
And burn it for all I care for the past
And rid earth of what never should last
And her the present of ash
Made of a