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 twenty-seven
I I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket
Threw a scarf my neck
And Dollars in my pocket
her in the same old place
Pamphlet in her
she saw my windblown face
She well, look at who it is

Meet me on the mad
When the midnight are chiming
We'll 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 thing down

In the great November lake she was still alluring
Her grey and longer than it ever had been during
The we loved an slept
In her bed of wood
In the little she kept
In a crumbling
We walked a while
Like we old companions
But I feel the gap between us
Yawning a canian
She with her church and
Her extravagant
Me a of the road
A child of 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 that made
In a tower too tall for
And we'll burn the damn thing

She smoked a cigarette and smoke rings at the ceiling
Said if problem is long standing man
Why don't you try
Now your face I see still a sinner in the mist
up your little will
Is king in of His
I said I've about sin
Down the wheels of ages
I cracked books of
a thousand twisted pages
Then I her in the eye
And her clear and plane
If your was a lie
what would remain

She if God looked beaten hard
And to loving hands to heal
And there's nothing in my day I ain't got the strength to deal with
I said darling I
The applies to me
And for all the rest
We to disagree

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