Luyện nghe bài hát March

Norwegian Coffee, Mud,
And a winter that lingers on,
I'm wondering when is enough,
heating packets underneath your cuffs,
And time keeps plowing on, a march,
and by 5 o it's already dark,
I'm you see everyone but me,
Watching you get drunk, 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.

death, is marking miles,
and there's a fleeting of restoration,
the essence snow left on your knees,
and the heaters blown, but it don't blow ease,
And wont move, we are stuck
In the rolling quiet of little truck
sand bags are weighing down the back,
where the skeletons of Christmas lay in plastic sacks

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