Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Avenue Reverie

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

You say you stop crying; it's just the power of the song
Riding on the midnight bus
You say you loved him but you were just too young
You say that's why you still the ring

You say a lot of

You say that your daddy was a painter of
But I never saw him a thing
He just the tins underneath his bed
And sniffed a colour every night

And dreamed of a up in the sky
Where everyone's a painter 'til die

You say you like flying on the aeroplanes
That even the sea birds get lonely out there
You you were quitting after your next pack
And you said that I was beautiful

But for all the ladies in Beijing
I couldn't stop my

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 long-time friends will be crying for you
I'd be up the back a rose in my hand
And I'd to you in death what I could not in life