Luyện nghe bài hát March

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

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

Familiar death, is miles,
and a fleeting sense of restoration,
the essence left bruises on your knees,
and the heaters blown, but it blow with ease,
And months move, we are stuck
In the rolling quiet of this little
White sand bags are weighing the back,
where the of Christmas still lay in plastic sacks

be my little 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
In the dark cold with me.