Lời bài hát The Bullet - IF9MK0RM
Bài Hát: The Bullet
Ca Sĩ: Carrie Underwood
Line of limousines leaves one by one
The prayers been prayed
The hymns been sung
Black mascara's already run
But the tears keep flowing
You can blame it on hate
Or blame it on guns
But mamas ain't supposed
To bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart
And it still ain't done
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch
Of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life
That was stolen
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
The grass grows back
Around the stone
And friends stop checkin' in
On the phone
The camera crews have all moved on
But the wound's still open
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch
Of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life
That was stolen
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
Oh whoa
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed
The hymns been sung
Oh mamas ain't supposed
To bury their sons
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
The bullet keeps on goin'

Bài Hát: The Bullet
Ca Sĩ: Carrie Underwood
Line of limousines leaves one by one
The prayers been prayed
The hymns been sung
Black mascara's already run
But the tears keep flowing
You can blame it on hate
Or blame it on guns
But mamas ain't supposed
To bury their sons
Left a hole in her heart
And it still ain't done
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch
Of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life
That was stolen
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
The grass grows back
Around the stone
And friends stop checkin' in
On the phone
The camera crews have all moved on
But the wound's still open
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through every branch
Of his family tree
Every birthday that he'll never see
Every chance to live a good life
That was stolen
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
Oh whoa
Line of limousines leaving one by one
The prayers been prayed
The hymns been sung
Oh mamas ain't supposed
To bury their sons
The bullet keeps on goin'
Through the son
He'll never get to raise
His daughter on her wedding day
Wishin' it was his hands
She was holdin'
'Till every heart
That's left to break is broken
The bullet keeps on goin'
The bullet keeps on goin'
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