Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique arrived with its of her feeling
I swear I had no idea she'd been in concealing
Such a storm of unsaid
Though absurd as it
Had blowing in her head
For twenty-seven
I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey
Threw a scarf around my
And twenty in my pocket
Found her in the old place
Pamphlet in her
she saw my windblown face
She said well, at who it is

Meet me on the mad
When the bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the
Pile up all the that we've made
In a tower too tall for
And we'll the damn thing down

In the great November lake she was still alluring
Her hair grey and longer than it had been during
The days we an slept
In her bed of faded
In the little place she
In a neighborhood
We along a while
Like we were old
But I could feel the gap us
like a canian
She her church and code
Her extravagant
Me a of the road
A child of dust and

Meet me on the mad
When the bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that we've
In a tower too for climbing
And we'll the damn thing down

She a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling
Said if you're problem is standing man
Why don't you try
Now face I see you're still a sinner in the mist
Setting up your little
Is in place of His
I said heard about sin
Down the wheels of ages
I cracked of lies
a thousand twisted pages
Then I her in the eye
And asked her clear and
If religion was a lie
Then what would

She said if God looked hard
And to loving to heal with
And there's nothing in my day that I ain't got the strength to with
I said I confess
The applies to me
And for all the rest
We agreed to

Meet me on the mad
the midnight bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the and the clown
Pile up all the that we've made
In a tower too tall for
And we'll the damn thing down
Yes we'll burn the thing down