Luyện nghe bài hát November In Brookline

Fate flickers a newsreel.
It's dancing across the wood restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel lobbies that have started to
so that the deep are now a dirty pink,
and the elegance they had before has stripped and covered in dust.
And there are yesterdays
were supposed to be something more.
But as time them, the edges soften
and you can carve a monument out of glass and sand.
is uglier than former beauty.
It's the of the starlet.
Sunlight can be a thing.
Fate still smiles demurely as the clog the gutters,
and the red bricks chip and sink further the ground.
wears you down.
Time will on you.
marches on.
Its promises through,
and there are countless yesterdays promises fell through.