Luyện nghe bài hát Souvenirs

Here is a poem that my lady down
Some morning I was away
Wrote on the of a leaf that she found
around Monterey

And here is the key to a far away
Where I used to as a child
They tore down the when I moved away
And the key unreconciled

And down in the canyon, the smoke starts to
It rides on the wind till it reaches your
faced with the past
The strongest man cries,

And down in the canyon, the smoke to rise
It rides on the wind till it your eyes
faced with the past
The man cries, cries

And here is a sunrise to set on your
The ghosts of the moving near
They pass your sorrow
And leave you quite still, sitting souvenirs