Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A baby a baby
barely seventeen
My mother her innocence
While she me on her knee

A on the road
to her tears and trials
Like silver rain they fell
This melancholy

The of my childhood
Still in my song
My lullaby
That train that ran behind our

A whippoorwill on a window
It should have made me
But everything sounds
To a melancholy

Now a restless
Runs in our
Thought I could
The inside of me

So I a little crazy
I went a wild
to outdistance
My own melancholy

I met a kind and man
Who the world of me
And he looks my way
It is a that he sees

But I can't explain to him
The tears fill my eyes
He me in his arms
And his melancholy child

You a black Irish temper
And some Cherokee
A Southern of humor
And you got someone me

But are thorns on every rose
To this I'm
just a little sharper
To a melancholy

And in my own babe's
I see the of a melancholy child
help us all
Another melancholy