Luyện nghe bài hát Bruised Orange

My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the
On a cold winter's morning to a house
Just to some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked nuder
An altar been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back
To the train that was so slow

You can out the window, get mad and get madder
your hands in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit
Wrapped up in a of your very own chain of sorrow

I've been down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, the girl with the black hair
And my shouted down to my heart
"You better out below"

Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't don't stutter
the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw your hands in the air, say what it matter?
But it don't do no to get angry so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows and grows bitter
You become own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of

My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come
a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold morning to a church house
to shovel some snow

I sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a commuter
Just from walking his back turned
To the train that was so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get
Throw your in the air, say what does it matter?
But it don't do no good to get angry so me, I know

For a stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit
Wrapped up in a trap of your own chain of sorrow