Luyện nghe bài hát Mary

After all the Jacks are in there
and the CLOWNS ALL gone to bed
you can hear happiness STAGGERING on down the
footprints in red
and the whispers Mary

A broom is drearly
of the broken pieces of yesterdays
Somewhere a is weeping
a king has no wife
and the wind it cries

THE lights they a turn blue tomorrow
and shine the down on my bed
the tiny island down the street
cause the that lives is dead
and the screams Mary.

Will the every remember
the names it has blown in the
and with crush its old age and its wisdom
it whisper no this be the last
and the wind Mary.