Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

In the burning 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 laugh at Mary

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

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

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

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

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