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 the power of the song
on the midnight bus again
You say that you 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 was a painter of sorts
But I never saw him a thing
He just the tins underneath his bed
And a different colour every night

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

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

But for all the ladies in Beijing
I stop 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 long-time friends be crying for you
I'd be up the with a rose in my hand
And I'd give to you in death what I could not in