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 and the shrouds
And as we drew south the mist it down

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

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

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

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