Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

I wonder if this ran through someone's side
The blood wiped to hide
How evil you grandfather was 'fore he
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 yardsale

The guitar I am is way out of tune
The neck it is warped and the saddle is
I wonder if sweet music was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the
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 pleasure in shame
Flowers of 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 lot with good gasoline
And it for all that I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what should last
And give her the of ash
Made of a