Luyện nghe bài hát Klee Wyck

Born a raging snowstorm
Sweeping in the sky
When you were young they called you
your dreamy smoky purple eyes
Woo you sang to your favourite monkey
Housewives you queer and crazy
Pulling a baby buggy full of
You a riddle of a landlady
Oh Carr
In the forest I you
You what you felt
Poured until the was empty
The called you Klee Wyck
In the quiet of the *endymion
The came a knocking
Up the stairs into the in the attic
Tumbled and chaotic
In the Indian village
the forest and the shore
Relief's a funny kind of
By the houses of the totem
Oh Carr
In the forest I you
You painted what you
Poured until the pail was
The raven you Klee Wyck
You bought an old gypsy
A taxi you into the wood
Curried sausage on the
your inner sanctum stood
Never one to starve one's own no no no
Better to be a sweeper
Pull the peacock out thy heart
Why is laughter a pen ?
Oh Emily
In the I found you
You what you felt
Poured the pail was empty
Oh Emily Carr, oh Emily
The thunderbird called you KIee
The one
The one
-- In Greek mythology, a handsome young man who was loved by a
moon goddess and whose was preserved by eternal sleep.