Luyện nghe bài hát November In Brookline

Fate like a newsreel.
It's dancing the dark wood restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel that have started to fade
so that the deep are now a dirty pink,
and the elegance had before has been stripped and covered in dust.
And there are countless
that supposed to be something more.
But as time them, the edges soften
and you can carve a monument out of broken and sand.
Nothing is than former beauty.
It's the of the starlet.
can be a horrible thing.
Fate still smiles as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red chip and sink further into the ground.
Time you down.
Time spit on you.
marches on.
Its fell through,
and there are countless yesterdays promises fell through.