Luyện nghe bài hát November

No
No
No
No

It only
In a pile of dead
And a
That's the color of

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

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

cold chain
Made of wet and rain
And black ravens
On chimney smoke
November odd
You're my squad

With my slicked back
carrion shellac
With the blood a pheasant
And the bone from a

to the branches
Of a roebuck
Left to in the timber
Like a buck flag

Go away you
Go away, blow brains out