Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

I wonder if blade ran through someone's side
The blood wiped to hide
How evil you grandfather was he died
But war can make out of us all
I'm sure I'd one if I was called
And then it be my blade
at this 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 in the shade
From this ghost of a song
Here at this

A dollar for anything here on quilt
A price tag for hands from which all are built
A blanket of voices speak pleasure in
Flowers of plastic and fruit of the
A basket of at all
Here at this

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 give her the of ash
of a yardsale