Luyện nghe bài hát Ninth Avenue Reverie

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

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

You say a lot of

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

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

You say you don't like on the aeroplanes
That even the sea birds must get out there
You said you were quitting your next 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 stop dreaming about your funeral day
Where all your long-time friends 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