Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Avenue Reverie

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

You say you can't stop it's just the power of the song
Riding on the midnight bus
You say that you him but you were just too young
You say that's why you still wear the

You say a lot of

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

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

You say you don't flying on the aeroplanes
even the sea birds must get lonely out there
You said you were quitting after your pack
And you said that I was beautiful

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