Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Publishing - ASCAP

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

Crazy Mary LONDONDERRY
Lives next door to the
How many lovers have you
We would shout, scared
the green and golden paths
That LED us home, away from Crazy

She would never us
SMILE through the window softly
Wild-eyed and but we were sure
in the dark of night
She us soundly, casting spells
And to turn us into donkeys

So WENT THE SUMMNER YEARS
EACH ONE MORE FLEETING THE LAST ONE
DOWN THE GREEN AND GOLDEN PATHS
AND SOON THE WOODS NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND FORGOTTEN CRAZY MARY

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

And on the stone, words, dear friend
write 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 LAMPLIGHT LOW AND DIMLY
THRU WOODS WE THINK
ABOUT THE THAT WE COMMIT ALONG
THE GREEN AND PATHS OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR CRAZY MARY