Luyện nghe bài hát If My Mary Were Here

I would not be so
If my were here
And I don't I'd have phoned you
If my Mary were

I'm a sad sack Sir
Who's sword's his knees
With a Grail no longer
And a prayer that's saying

I would not be
If my Mary here
But she off
And Lord I'm

You I don't think I'd be drinking
If my Mary here
And I know what I'd be
If my Mary were

We'd be up a blanket
Full of cheddar cheese and
And up our camper
a rendezvous in mind

And picnic out in Lincoln Park
If Mary here
But she
So I got lit

I'm sorry that I you
In the middle of the
But the one who listens
When I a little light

I know we talked
Since I you in the dirt
I know you're not my now
But Baby, how I

I would toss my troubles
my Mary was here
But now I'm inside the ruble
my Mary's not here

So I come on over
With my in my hands
And it on your pillow
a rusty old tin can

I'm drunk and double
But my Mary's not
again be the friend
That you've
And me in

Please me in