Luyện nghe bài hát Simple Man

Procession moves on, the is over
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed by the rain

Stood by the gate at the of the garden
Watching them pass clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the of the moment
by a fury that burns from inside

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

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