Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Ave Reverie

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

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

You say a lot of

And you say your daddy was a painter of sorts
But I saw him paint a thing
He just kept the underneath his bed
And sniffed a colour every night
And dreamed of a up in the sky
Where everyone's a till they die

You say you like flying on aeroplanes
even seabirds must get lonely out there
You you were quitting after your next pack
And you said that I was beautiful
But for all the pretty 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 stop dreaming about your funeral day
Where all your friends will be crying for you
And I'd be up the back a rose in my hand
And I'd give to you in death I could not in life