Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

In the burning low AND
Dimly through enchanted
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 LONDONDERRY
Lives door to the cemetery
How lovers have you buried
We shout, running scared
the green and golden paths
That LED us home, away from Crazy

She would answer us
JUST SMILE the window softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were
That in the of night
She cursed us soundly, casting
And to turn us into donkeys

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

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

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

IN THE LAMPLIGHT BURNING LOW AND
ENCHANTED WOODS WE THINK
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE ALONG
THE GREEN AND GODEN OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR CRAZY