Luyện nghe bài hát Cinnamindy

She for peace, it's her revenge
She's a stark white pale rider and hell's just around the bend
She's kids to raise, she got bills to
And her is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed

The rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace
The hands get tough and it transfers
Before the lines can her face

She flies like a kite at the other end
down on a cinnamon thread, she's shreddin' in the wind
But she reads the Bible, she believes the
She thumbs through the pages 'til the Book smolders and ignites

She cries at night
No one to hold her tight like she be cinnamindy

Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice
Through her song like a rusty
Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it's time to
And days find she make everybody smile with a last good laugh
The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a little

She like a kite held at the other end
Tuggin' on her cinnamon thread, she's dragged in the wind
But she the Bible, she believes the light
She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good Book smolders and

She late at night
No one to hold her like she should be cinnamindy

But she the Bible, she believes the light
She thumbs through the 'til the Good Book smolders and ignites
She cries late at night, just down the hall
She cries late at night, mama curled up like a ball

She cries late at
no one to hold her tight like she should be
But by the light the cinnamon's on her cheeks
But by the morning light she's back to cinnamindy