Luyện nghe bài hát November

No
No
No
No

It only
In a pile of leaves
And a
the color of bone

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

has tied me
To an old dead
Get to April
To me

November's cold
Made of wet boots and
And shiny black
On smoke lanes
seems odd
You're my squad

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

Tied to the
Of a stag
Left to in the timber
Like a shot flag

Go away you
Go away, your brains out