Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique with its expression of her feeling
I swear I had no idea she'd holding in concealing
Such a storm of unsaid
absurd as it appears
Had blowing in her head
For years
I knew I had to face her so I my Davey Crocket
a scarf around my neck
And twenty in my pocket
Found her in the same old
in her fist
When she saw my windblown
She well, look at who it is

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

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

me on the mad parade
When the midnight are chiming
We'll up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that made
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 problem is long standing man
Why you try kneeling
Now your I see you're still a sinner in the mist
Setting up little will
Is in place of His
I said I've about sin
the long wheels of ages
I cracked of lies
With a thousand pages
I looked her in the eye
And asked her and plane
If your was a lie
Then what would

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

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 we've
In a tower too for climbing
And we'll burn the thing down
Yes we'll burn the thing down