🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Broken - Norah Jones

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