Luyện nghe bài hát November In Brookline

Fate like a newsreel.
It's dancing across the dark restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel lobbies have started to fade
so that the deep reds are now a pink,
and the elegance they had before has stripped and covered in dust.
And are countless yesterdays
were supposed to be something more.
But as time blurs them, the edges
and you can carve a out of broken glass and sand.
Nothing is uglier former beauty.
the curse of the starlet.
Sunlight can be a thing.
still smiles demurely as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red bricks chip and sink into the ground.
wears you down.
Time spit on you.
marches on.
Its promises through,
and there are countless yesterdays where fell through.