Luyện nghe bài hát Simple Man

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the

by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
Possessed by a fury burns from inside

Cry like a child, though these years me older
With children my is so wastefully spent
A burden to keep, though inner communion
Accept a curse, an unlucky deal

by the gate at the foot of the garden
My view out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no determine
watching the trees and the leaves as they fall