Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

In the lamplight low AND
through enchanted woods
She beside the fire that never was lit
And as we ran on by
to be frightened
We WOULD shout and laugh at Crazy

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

She would never us
JUST SMILE the window softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were
in the dark of night
She cursed us soundly, spells
And such to us into donkeys

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

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

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

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