Luyện nghe bài hát Send My Fond Regards to Lonelyville

Send my fond to Lonelyville
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 will

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

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

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

This is how they come to leave loneliness
The weeks will pass in a tennis
she for him undresses
For so with no point for the Distant Mister and the Near Misses
T'will be love, love from above at length the arrow hisses

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

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

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