Luyện nghe bài hát Mary's Fancy

I remember Mary's
With painted rugs on doors
And Kit who cooks in foods
the Grenadines and Guadeloupe
And the old man sang as he the rum
And sang in the street band, by on the road

at night and sometimes afternoons
My would slip through curtain doors
She was far too
The turned gold to bronze
As the afternoons slipped down the sea

Oh I Mary's Fancy
Walking in sun-dried clothes
From the to the town, to the top of the hill
we went led back to our room
And the sails we watched from our bed
flags of ships waiting out in the bay

She was far too
When the rain
Held us for the night
And we did in the place was everything
And beauty her grace on thee

Mary's Fancy stands still
An shell on a dried out hill
But once we laughed and wept
Now the of my love is kept
Where sail in to sail away
In a she'll return like another day

And love made it Mary's Fancy
Love that made it Mary's - gone.