Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Do Sadness

Awful to be a little butterfly
Just over things and nothing deep inside
going, going wild in you, you know
You're slowing by the riverside, or floating and blue

Or may be to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away
With the taste of dust in your all day
But no to know
Like sadness, you just sail

Cuz you
I do sadness
Not even a bit
don't need it in my life

Don't want any of it
I do sadness
Hey, I've my time
Lookin' back on it all, man, it my mind

I do sadness
So there
do sadness
Just don't

Ilse: Moritz
Ilse? You frightened me
I: What are you for?
M: If I knew
I: what's the use of looking?
I: I'm on the way home, want to
M: I don't
I: God, you how we used to run back
I: To my house and play
I: Wendla Bergman, Gabor, you and I?

Spring and
other day
Blue wind so sad
through the thick corn
Through the of hay
the open books on the grass
Spring and

Sure, when autumn
Wind always to
up and haunt you
Whistlin' got you
With its heartache, its sorrow
Winter wind sings and it

Spring and
other day
Blue wind so pained
through the thick corn
Through the of hay
Through the sudden of the rain
Spring and

M: Actually, I go
I: as far as my house with me
M: I wish I
I: Then why don't
M: Eighty of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs

So maybe I should be some kind of line
their things on me, and I will swing 'em dry
You wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see
come to set you free beneath the rising moon

Cuz you
(Spring and summer)
I don't do
(Every day)
Not even a bit
(Blue gets so lost)
Just don't need it in my
(Blowin' through the corn, through the bales of hay)
want any part of it

(Spring and summer)
I don't do
(Every day)
Hey, done my time
(Blue gets so lost)
Lookin' back on it all and it blows my
(Blowin' the thick corn, through the bales of hay)

I do sadness
(The clouds of the dust)
So been there, do sadness
(Spring and summer)
Just don't