Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

In the lamplight low AND
Dimly enchanted woods
She rocks the fire that never was lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be
We WOULD shout and at Crazy Mary

Crazy Mary from
next door to the cemetery
How many lovers have you
We would shout, running
ACROSS the green and golden
That LED us home, away from Mary

She never answer us
JUST through the window softly
Wild-eyed and but we were sure
That in the dark of
She us soundly, casting spells
And such to turn us into

So WENT THE SUMMNER YEARS
EACH ONE MORE FLEETING THE LAST ONE
RUSHING DOWN THE GREEN AND GOLDEN
AND THE WOODS WERE NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND WE'D FORGOTTEN CRAZY

SO IT COMES older now
We stand this windswept moor
The lonely before us
Testifies that Crazy Mary ROCKS AND SMILES and
HeR somewhere
But not where kids can follow after

And on the stone, words, dear friend
Please me down as one who loved
The raven-haired and laughing
That swore that they would me
BUT soon their came running by
And here I lie, forgotten, Mary.

IN THE BURNING LOW AND DIMLY
THRU ENCHANTED WE THINK
THE SINS THAT WE COMMIT ALONG
THE GREEN AND PATHS OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR MARY