Luyện nghe bài hát Yardsale

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

The I am holding is way out of tune
The neck it is warped and the is through
I wonder if sweet music ever was
From the hands of a boy to a in the shade
this rickety ghost of a song
Here at yardsale

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

So if I had the money I'd buy
And cover the lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what should last
And give her the of ash
of a yardsale