Luyện nghe bài hát Lenny

After all the are in their boxes
And the have all gone to bed
You can hear staggering on down the street
dressed in red
And the wind whispers

A is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of life
Somewhere a is weeping
Somewhere a king has no
And the wind, it cries

The traffic lights, they turn, uh, tomorrow
And their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down
the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind Mary

Uh, will the ever remember
The names it has blow in the
And this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the
And the cries Mary