Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A with a baby
barely seventeen
My mourned her innocence
she bounced me on her knee

A on the road
Added to her tears and
Like rain they fell upon
This melancholy

The of my childhood
Still in my song
My mother's
train that ran behind our home

A whippoorwill on a sill
It should have made me
But sounds lonesome
To a child

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

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

I met a and gentle man
Who thinks the of me
And he looks my way
It is a woman that he

But when I can't to him
The tears fill my eyes
He takes me in his
And rocks his child

You take a black Irish
And some solemn
A Southern of humor
And you got like me

But are thorns on every rose
To I'm reconciled
just a little sharper
To a child

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