Luyện nghe bài hát September Song

When you meet the young men
in spring
They court you in and rhyme
They woo you with and a clover ring

But if you the goods they bring
They little to offer but the songs they sing
And a waste of time of day
A waste of time

Oh, it's a long, while
May to December
But the days grow
When you reach

And the autumn
Turns the to flame
One hasn't got
For the game

Oh, the days dwindle
To a few

And few precious days
I'll with you
precious days
I'll with you