Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Willow

In the half tone of a young morning
She sighs and on her pillow
And across her dancing, the first shadows fly
To the pussy willow

In her world, she's a lost soul singing
In a sad voice hears
She in her castle of make believing
For her white knight to

Pussy willow, down avenue
Brushing the sleep, from the woman eyes
Runs for the train, see eight o'clock's
Cutting dreams down to size

Pussy willow, down fur-lined
the sleep, from the young woman eyes
Runs from the train, her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size

She longs for the East and a pale dress
An apartment in old
Or to the spey spinning, the first run of spring
Or to die for a cause

Pussy willow, down avenue
Brushing the sleep, from the young eyes
Runs from the train, hear her humming
dreams down to size again

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