Luyện nghe bài hát Late November

The it was drunk, the ship it was sunk
The shot it was dead, all the were drowned
The birds they 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 of the waters, the bridge which distraught 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
That one was found but the others went under
Oh the tears which are shed, 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 only smoke from the arise

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 sacred young on the phosphorus sand