Luyện nghe bài hát Late November

The wine it was drunk, the ship it was
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows drowned
The they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
And as we drew south the mist it down

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

The were filled with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the of the sea
That one was found but the others they under
Oh the tears are shed, they won't come 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 the sky and woke me
He solo on the mercury sea
The dream it came back, all the tall brown people
The sacred young herd on the phosphorus