Luyện nghe bài hát Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette San

You'll recall from the sagas I Grettir's last stand at Drangey
How his grip on the sword made his enemies cut off his
If he'd fled here instead, and had this terrible coffee
Or read letters you sent he'd surrender, and lay the blade down

And Halloween
Skinny ghosts like cowboys and rest at the railing by my door
On way from the children's ward

Bev Monroe and his Pembina Valley boys play at the
And I practice my on nurses, "Oh, that's a nice name."
And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the
Say I shouldn't show anything ever again

In another
I'll be buried or here.
at the grey spittoon
Painted by the harvest moon

Pack up mother's
Drive her down to the new Betel
Sell the boat to
And then go up straight
In the place you're for
And write to me anymore