Luyện nghe bài hát Gilbert Green

On a hill, inside a in Covewell Reach
Stands a man feeling very tired
Looking at a song he wrote some ago
Could made it big inside a Broadway show

Every day I go away and ideas
Think I'll on top of somewhere high
Couldn't I write a song a man who's dead?
really know if he was off his head

Ev'rybody knows, that's the way it
Too bad for Gilbert
We can tell the world he was right

in his attic on a sunny day
Mending fifty goblets that are
Humming to himself a song of
His hearing wasn't good but his eyes clear

Ev'rybody knows, the way it goes
Too bad for Gilbert
We can tell the that he was right

Now the is burnt, along with Gilbert Green
Sad to see his sisters and cry
And in the basement a song that wasn't seen
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow

Ev'rybody knows, the way it goes
Too bad for Green
Now we can tell the that he was right