Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Ave Reverie

You say you want to be buried beneath a tree
if in the northern summer you come back to life
You say you want ashes mixed up with your lover's salt
Where every Sunday night eat a little more of you

You say you can't stop crying, just the power of the song
Riding on the bus again
And you say that you loved him but you just too young
You say that's why you wait in the rain

You say a lot of

And you say that your was a painter of sorts
But I saw him paint a thing
He just kept the tins his bed
And sniffed a different colour night
And dreamed of a up in the sky
Where a painter till they die

You say you like flying on aeroplanes
That even seabirds must get lonely out
You said you were quitting after your next
And you said once that I was
But for all the ladies in Beijing
I couldn't my drinking

And you say a lot of
You say a lot of
You say a lot of

You say you can't stop about your funeral day
all your long-time friends will be crying for you
And I'd be up the back with a rose in my
And I'd give to you in death what I not in life