Luyện nghe bài hát September Song

When I met a man courting the girls
I played me a waiting
i first refused me tossing curls
I'd let the old take a couple of whirls
Till he plied me with tears in lieu of
And as came around, he came my way
As time came around, he

Oh, it's a long, long from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to
One got time for the waiting game

Oh, the dwindle down to a precious few
September,
And these few precious days I'll with you
These days I'll spend with you