Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Publishing - ASCAP

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

Crazy Mary LONDONDERRY
Lives door to the cemetery
How many have you buried
We would shout, scared
ACROSS the and golden paths
That LED us home, away Crazy Mary

She never answer us
JUST SMILE through the window
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we sure
That in the of night
She cursed us soundly, spells
And such to turn us into

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

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

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

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