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 pussy

In her fairytale world, a lost soul singing
In a sad voice hears
She waits in her of make believing
For her white to appear

Pussy willow, down fur-lined
the sleep, from the young woman eyes
Runs for the train, see eight o'clock's
Cutting dreams to size again

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

She for the East and a pale dress flowing
An in old Mayfair
Or to fish the spey spinning, the first run of
Or to die for a cause

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

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