Luyện nghe bài hát Simple Man

Procession moves on, the shouting is
Praise to the glory of ones now gone
Talking aloud as sit round 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
by a fury that burns from inside

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

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