Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

In the lamplight low AND
Dimly through enchanted
She rocks beside the fire that was lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be
We WOULD shout and at Crazy Mary

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

She never answer us
JUST through the window softly
and wild-haired but we were sure
That in the dark of
She cursed us soundly, casting
And such to turn us donkeys

So THEY WENT THE SUMMNER
ONE MORE FLEETING THAN THE LAST ONE
RUSHING THE GREEN AND GOLDEN PATHS
AND SOON THE WOODS NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD AND WE'D FORGOTTEN CRAZY MARY

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

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

IN THE BURNING LOW AND DIMLY
ENCHANTED WOODS WE THINK
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE ALONG
THE AND GODEN PATHS OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR MARY