Luyện nghe bài hát Season of The Witch

When I look my window
do I see?
And when I look outside my
So many different to be, yeah

That strange, so strange
You've got to pick up stitch
Two rabbits running in a
The hippies out to it rich

Oh no
be the season of the witch
Must be the of the witch
be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the

Well, when I over my shoulder
do I see?
And when I look my shoulder
Some ancient fellow I'm to be

so strange, so strange
You've got to pick up stitch
Two rabbits in the ditch
The out to make it rich

Oh no
Must be the season of the
Must be the of the witch
be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the

And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of
Shimmering in silver sky above
A looking glass that reflects our
Tied seaweed all around like willows

Upside down, you caress my
Caress my soul, my limbs
You your laugh and hold my body fast
And we up and sit here thinking

Thinking about the we used to have
And know they're gone
We'll never learn, never

me
Somebody him

As I over my shoulder
What do I
And as I over my shoulder
so many pretty sights to see

That it's strange, so
You've got to pick up stitch
You've got to pick up every
Those out to make it rich

Oh no
be the season of the witch
Must be the of the witch
of the witch
Please have on my soul
No, no, must be the season of the

God, God, hey
If you can't help us you better listen,
Momma, I'm