Luyện nghe bài hát March

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

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

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

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