Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Minor Holiday

Thumbtacks all out across your hometown state
A hollow tree at half
until wintertime, leaves a paper trail
And a licorice that's overgrown

a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a minor

Wool rich, red plaid wool, Irish whiskey
comes my fine bright haired lass
Like a trash fire burning and it
My could never write, the words never fail

And tucked your cap
And for a there's a stillness
Before the room again
A holiday, spin it again
Ride it out so you can

Wasted on the weekend, making good with my excuse
Where the plot are like dead ends
Floating in her eyes at the bottom of a
Floating in her eyes ride it out for a

On a minor holiday, transfer weight
On a minor holiday, transfer weight
holiday, minor holiday
Oh, holiday, going back and forth
On a minor holi, minor holiday, a minor