Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique arrived with its expression of her
I I had no idea she'd been holding in concealing
Such a of words unsaid
absurd as it appears
Had blowing in her head
For years
I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Crocket
Threw a around my neck
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

me on the mad parade
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 burn the damn thing

In the great November lake she was still 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 neighborhood
We walked a while
Like we were old
But I could feel the gap us
like a canian
She with her church and
Her extravagant
Me a creature of the
A child of and grief

me on the mad parade
When the midnight are chiming
dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that we've
In a too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the thing down

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 still a sinner in the mist
Setting up your little
Is king in of His
I I've heard about sin
Down the long 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 remain

She said if God looked hard
And to loving hands to heal
And there's in my day that I ain't got the strength to deal with
I said I confess
The applies to me
And that's for all the
We agreed to

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