Luyện nghe bài hát Send My Fond Regards to Lonelyville

Send my fond regards to
I'm in my well-appointed valley on the hill
Oh, grow hale on seawater
A son on the milk
And something to loneliness
Sweet William

I once was to find the girl that mystic morning's eve
There in the with all things up its leaves
Waking to the marvel to be northern to be
You can the sound of southern bells follow where she please

Some with the forked tongues they'd love to unlearn
Some for a heart a brushed yet urn
You see some say for a spell well it's the last they're seen or
But for all the night falls for each alone, each will yearn

Now say to the Blind King
He was two younger and both empty of his Queen
In her place, the lone Spade waltzed right in to a hymn
See him bow and bend at twenty one and Jack the Blacksmith's

is how they come to leave their loneliness
The will pass in a tennis match
she for him undresses
For so long with no point for the Distant and the Near Misses
be love, love from above when at length the arrow hisses

The waterfall wallpaper to its dear life
Our 2D holiday burns through the night
The Lonely lead their piebalds down to the tide
Singing, oh, no my heart not be claimed by the fire

They cast the Independent Man his anchor and his
in gold then out the capitol and through the prism of his tears
The moon sets to the great purse of the sea like a mirror
As pointed for the land the Sisters disappear

I set my tonight for Lonelyville
To fall the snow at that lone window sill
The ghost of the Moonlight to fall on Slater Mill
And leave something to Sweet William will