Luyện nghe bài hát On A Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago

A picture of
Bare under glass
in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long

I was a riser
To I'd roam
She was a bareback
Some miles home

back to me
Come to me
Come to me
back to me

She's a driver
in the sky
Cutting through like a memory
Strung on a

The of anything
in the air
She is the of a book of the story
Of the smell of her

back to me
Come to me
Come to me
back to me

When everything's
clear
Everyone's
And no one is

I try to
A on a wire
Tumbling and above Stephen's Green
Like a on the air

Come to me
back to me
Come to me
Come to me

Come to me
Oh, back to me
Come to me
back to me
Come to me
Come to me