Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Avenue Reverie

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

You say you can't stop crying; it's just the of the song
Riding on the bus again
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 that your daddy was a of sorts
But I saw him paint a thing
He just kept the tins his bed
And sniffed a colour every night

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

You say you don't like flying on the
That the sea birds 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 ladies in
I couldn't 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
all your long-time friends will be crying for you
I'd be up the back a rose in my hand
And I'd give to you in what I could not in life