Luyện nghe bài hát March

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

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

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

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