🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Broken - Norah Jones

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