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 birds they clouds, the brides and the shrouds
And as we drew south the it came down

The wooded 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 thoughts of the day

The temples were with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the of the sea
one was found but the others they went under
Oh the which are shed, they won't come from me

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

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