Luyện nghe bài hát Angeline

Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for
But yesterday's is old news, the skies are all gray
Winter's in labor, soon to birth to the spring
That sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and and sadness unendingly find
Wings on a memory and with them she flies to my
She stretched her arms for a moment then went to sleep
While the morning stood watching me ever so weep

She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my touched the floor
The cold hard wood creaked with each that I made to the door
There I turned to her gently and said to her, "Look, hon, spring"
outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline

Yesterday's newspapers forecast, no rain for
But news is old news, the skies are all gray