Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique with its expression of her feeling
I I had no idea she'd been holding in concealing
Such a of words unsaid
Though as it appears
Had blowing in her head
For twenty-seven
I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Crocket
Threw a scarf around my
And twenty Dollars in my
Found her in the old place
in her fist
When she saw my windblown
She said well, at who it is

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

In the great November she was older still alluring
Her hair grey and longer than it had been during
The we loved an slept
In her bed of wood
In the place she kept
In a crumbling
We walked a while
we were old companions
But I could feel the gap us
like a canian
She with her and code
Her extravagant
Me a of the road
A child of dust and

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

She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke at the ceiling
Said if you're problem is standing man
Why you try kneeling
Now your face I see you're a sinner in the mist
Setting up little will
Is in place of His
I I've heard about sin
Down the long wheels of
I cracked of lies
With a thousand pages
I looked her in the eye
And her clear and plane
If your was a lie
Then would remain

She said if God beaten hard
And to hands to heal with
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 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 wonders we've made
In a tower too for climbing
And we'll burn the damn thing
Yes we'll burn the damn down