🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Broken - Norah Jones

 He's  a broken voice and a twisted smile,
 Guess he's been  way for quite awhile,
 Got blood on his shoes and mud  his brim,
 Did he do it to himself or was it done  him?
 
 People think  don't look well,
 But all he needs from what I  tell,
 Is someone to help wash away  the paint,
 From his  hands before it gets too late.
 
 I  him stand alone ... under a broke street light,
 So sincere ... singing silent 
 But the trees were full ...  the grass was green,
 It  the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
 
 He may move 
 But  don't mean he's going nowhere,
 He  be moving slow,
 But that don't mean  going nowhere.