Bài hát Trains Báo Lỗi

Train set and match spied under the blind

Shiny and contoured the railway winds

And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed

The hiss of the train at the railway head


Always the summers are slipping away


A 60 ton angel falls to the earth

A pile of old metal, a radiant blur

Scars in the country, the summer and her


Always the summers are slipping away

Find me a way for making it stay


When I hear the engine pass

I'm kissing you wide

The hissing subsides

I'm in luck


When the evening reaches here

You're tying me up

I'm dying of love

It's OK