Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Song

Back parlor lonely sits and cries
See her her head in hands
But at all in her eyes
listening for the telephone
But it rings wrong numbers
Or whenever not at home

Thinking would pass her by
She up her arms to reach for the sky
Broken dreams, they never came
So now she herself a sad song
And colors it

night cafe's closing on the street
He's turning out to in doorways
Any that others sleep
Empty spirits, he has known
A vision of a face
they look like home

Thinking life pass him by
He opens up his arms to for the sky
Broken dreams, they came true
So now he paints a sad song
And colors it

Memories photograph of years ago
When life had them by
They opened up their to scream at the sky
My dreams, never came true
So we paint ourselves a sad song
And it blue

Color it

Don't the passerby
Don't the passerby
Don't blame the
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