Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Willow

In the tone light of a young morning
She sighs and on her pillow
And across her face dancing, the first fly
To kiss the willow

In her fairytale world, a lost soul singing
In a sad nobody hears
She waits in her castle of make
For her knight to appear

willow, down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep, from the woman eyes
Runs for the train, see eight coming
Cutting dreams to size again

willow, down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep, from the young woman
Runs from the train, hear her typewriter
dreams down to size again

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

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

Pussy willow, willow
willow, pussy willow
Pussy willow, willow
willow, pussy willow