Luyện nghe bài hát Late November

The it was drunk, the ship it was sunk
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the
And as we drew south the it came down

The wooded ravine to the stream
The he moved, but no-one would say
The depths of the waters, the which distraught us
And brought to me of the ill-fated day

The were filled with the strangest of creatures
One it by ear on the banks of the sea
That one was but the others they went under
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't from me

The of madness, the pathos and the sadness
God you all, the insane and wise
The black and the white, the darkness of the
I see smoke from the chimneys arise

The pilot he flew all across the sky and me
He flew solo on the sea
The dream it came back, all about the brown people
The young herd on the phosphorus sand