Luyện nghe bài hát November Tale

Come

Her communique arrived its expression of her feeling
I swear I had no she'd been holding in concealing
a storm of words unsaid
Though as it appears
Had been blowing in her
For years
I I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket
a scarf around my neck
And Dollars in my pocket
Found her in the same old
Pamphlet in her
When she saw my face
She said well, at who it is

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

In the great November lake she was older alluring
Her grey and longer than it ever had been during
The days we an slept
In her bed of wood
In the little she kept
In a neighborhood
We walked along a
Like we were old
But I feel the gap between us
Yawning a canian
She with her and code
Her believes
Me a of the road
A child of and grief

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

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

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

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