🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car - Iron & Wine

 Love was a promise  of smoke
 In a frozen copse of 
 A bone cold  older than our bodies
 Slowly floating  the sea
 Every morning  were planes
 The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's 
  evening I would watch her hold the pillow
  against her hollows, her unholy child
 I was still a beggar shaking out  stolen coat
 Among the  cemetery leaves
 When they caught  king beneath the borrowed car
 Righteous,  and fumbling for the royal keys
 
 Love  our father's flag and sewn like a shank
 In  cake on our leather boots
 A  feather floating down
 To where the birds had shit our empty chapel 
 Every morning we  one more machine
 To mock our ever  patience at the well
 Every evening she'd descend  mountain stealing socks
 And  something good where all their horses fell
 Like  snake within the wilted garden wall
 I'd hint to her  possibility
 While with his gun, the pagan angel rose to 
  love is one made to break every bended knee"