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 of words unsaid
absurd as it appears
Had been in her head
For years
I knew I had to face her so I my Davey Crocket
a scarf around my neck
And twenty Dollars in my
her in the same old place
Pamphlet in her
When she saw my face
She said well, 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 wonders we've made
In a too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the damn thing

In the great November lake she was older still
Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been
The days we loved an
In her bed of faded
In the place she kept
In a crumbling
We walked a while
Like we were old
But I could the gap between us
like a canian
She her church and code
Her believes
Me a creature of the
A of dust and grief

Meet me on the mad
When the midnight are chiming
dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile up all the wonders that made
In a too tall for climbing
And burn the damn thing down

She smoked a cigarette and blew rings at the ceiling
if you're problem is long standing 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 I've heard about sin
Down the long wheels of
I cracked books of
With a twisted pages
I looked her in the eye
And her clear and plane
If religion was a lie
Then what would

She said if God 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 I confess
The applies to me
And that's for all the
We to disagree

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