Luyện nghe bài hát Simple Man (German)

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

Stood by the gate at the of the garden
Watching pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the
Possessed by a fury that from inside

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

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