Luyện nghe bài hát Late November

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

The wooded to the wandering stream
The serpent he moved, but would say
The depths of the waters, the which distraught us
And brought to me of the ill-fated day

The temples were filled with the of creatures
One it by ear on the banks of the sea
That one was found but the others went under
Oh the tears which are shed, they come from me

The methods of madness, the pathos and the
God help you all, the and wise
The and the white, the darkness of the night
I see only from the chimneys arise

The he flew all across the sky and woke me
He solo on the mercury sea
The it came back, all about the tall brown people
The sacred young on the phosphorus sand