Luyện nghe bài hát March

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

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

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

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