Luyện nghe bài hát March

Norwegian Coffee, Mud,
And a winter that lingers on,
I'm wondering enough is enough,
Slipping heating packets your cuffs,
And time keeps plowing on, a march,
and by 5 o clock it's dark,
I'm seeing you see but me,
Watching you get drunk, me want to be,

Honey be my sun,
When we getting none,
And cup your round a match,
and fasten up last jacket latch,
stand and with me,
In the dark cold loneliness me.

Familiar death, is miles,
and there's a sense of restoration,
the snow left bruises on your knees,
and the blown, but it don't blow with ease,
And months wont move, we are
In the rolling quiet of this little
White sand bags are weighing the back,
where the skeletons of Christmas still lay in sacks

Honey be my sun,
When we aint none,
And cup your hands a match,
and up your last jacket latch,
stand and with me,
In the dark cold with me
In the dark cold loneliness me.