Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Ave Reverie

You say you to be buried beneath a mango tree
Where if in the northern you come back to life
You say you want your ashes mixed up with your salt
Where every Sunday he'll 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 were just too
You say why you still wait in the rain

You say a lot of

And you say that your was a painter of sorts
But I never saw him a thing
He kept the tins underneath his bed
And sniffed a different colour night
And of a place up in the sky
Where everyone's a painter they die

You say you don't like on aeroplanes
That even seabirds get lonely out there
You said you were quitting after your pack
And you said once that I was
But for all the ladies in Beijing
I stop 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
Where all long-time friends will be crying for you
And I'd be up the back with a in my hand
And I'd give to you in death what I not in life