Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique arrived with its of her feeling
I swear I had no she'd been holding in concealing
Such a storm of words
Though as it appears
Had blowing in her head
For years
I I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket
Threw a scarf around my
And Dollars in my pocket
Found her in the same old
Pamphlet in her
When she saw my windblown
She said well, at who it is

Meet me on the mad
When the midnight bells are
We'll dress up as the and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that made
In a too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the damn down

In the great November lake she was older alluring
Her hair and longer than it ever had been during
The days we loved an
In her bed of wood
In the place she kept
In a crumbling
We along a while
Like we were old
But I feel the gap between us
like a canian
She with her and code
Her extravagant
Me a of the road
A of dust and grief

Meet me on the mad
When the midnight bells are
dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile up all the wonders we've made
In a tower too tall for
And we'll burn the damn thing

She smoked a and blew smoke rings at the ceiling
Said if you're problem is long man
Why you try kneeling
Now your face I see you're a sinner in the mist
Setting up little will
Is king in of His
I said I've heard sin
the long wheels of ages
I books of lies
With a thousand pages
I looked her in the eye
And asked her clear and
If religion was a lie
Then what remain

She if God looked beaten hard
And to hands to heal with
And nothing in my day that I ain't got the strength to deal with
I said darling I
The same to me
And for all the rest
We agreed to

me on the mad parade
When the midnight bells are
We'll up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that made
In a tower too tall for
And burn the damn thing down
Yes we'll burn the damn thing