Luyện nghe bài hát Klee Wyck

Born into a raging
Sweeping in the sky
When you were young they called you
With your smoky purple eyes
Woo you sang to your favourite monkey
Housewives called you and crazy
Pulling a baby buggy of groceries
You became a riddle of a
Oh Emily
In the I found you
You painted what you
Poured until the was empty
The panther called you Wyck
In the quiet of the *endymion
The ancients came a
Up the stairs into the lamplight in the
Tumbled and chaotic
In the lonely village
Between the forest and the
Relief's a funny of kinship
By the houses of the pole
Oh Emily
In the I found you
You what you felt
Poured until the was empty
The raven called you Klee
You bought an old gypsy
A taxi hauled you the wood
Curried sausage on the
your inner sanctum stood
Never one to starve own soul no no no
Better to be a sweeper
Pull the from out thy heart
Why is laughter a pen ?
Oh Emily
In the I found you
You painted what you
Poured the pail was empty
Oh Carr, oh Emily Carr
The called you KIee Wyck
The one
The one
*Endymion -- In Greek mythology, a handsome man who was loved by a
goddess and whose youth was preserved by eternal sleep.