Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Avenue Reverie

You say you want to be buried beneath the tree
Where every northern summer come back to life
You say you want your ashes mixed up with your 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
on the midnight bus again
You say that you him but you were just too young
You say why you still wear the ring

You say a lot of

You say that your was a painter of sorts
But I saw him paint a thing
He kept the tins underneath his bed
And a different colour every night

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

You say you don't like on the aeroplanes
even the sea birds must 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 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 your funeral day
Where all your friends will be crying for you
I'd be up the back with a in my hand
And I'd to you in death what I could not in life