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 it came down

The wooded ravine to the stream
The serpent he moved, but no-one say
The depths of the waters, the which distraught us
And to me thoughts 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 found but the others went under
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come me

The methods of madness, the and the sadness
God help you all, the and wise
The black and the white, the darkness of the
I see only smoke from the chimneys

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