Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

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

The guitar I am holding is way out of
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 of a song
Here at this

A dollar for anything on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all are built
A blanket of voices pleasure in shame
Flowers of plastic and 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 burn it for all that I for the past
And rid earth of what never should last
And her the present of ash
of a yardsale