Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

I on a chilly Christmas morning
Watching choirs singing on TV
I gaze out through my window at a dozen windows
Then I plug in my tree
And like a I begin to remember every Christmas I used to know
A thousand away, a million years ago
I sky.
It was as ink
Or at I think
I sky
I remember snow, soft as feathers, as thumbtacks
Coming like lint
And it made you squint the wind would blow
And ice like vinyl on the
Cold as silver, as sheets
Rain like and changing things
Like
I leaves
as spearmint
Crisp as
I trees
Bare as coat racks, spread broken umbrellas
And parks and bridges, and zoos
Ruddy faces, shoes
Light and noise and and boys
And daaaaays, oh!
I remember or at least I try
But as years go by, they're a sort of
And the bluest ink isn't sky.
And at I think I would gladly die
For a day of sky!