Luyện nghe bài hát November

No
No
No
No

It believes
In a pile of leaves
And a
That's the of bone

No prayers for
To longer
Stick your spoon in the
We'll them all

November has me
To an old tree
Get word to
To me

November's chain
Made of wet boots and
And shiny ravens
On smoke lanes
seems odd
You're my firing

With my slicked back
With carrion
With the blood from a
And the from a hare

to the branches
Of a roebuck
Left to wave in the
Like a shot flag

Go away you
Go away, blow your out