Luyện nghe bài hát Souvenirs

Here is a poem my lady sent down
morning while I was away
Wrote on the back of a that she found
Somewhere Monterey

And here is the key to a house far
Where I to live as a child
tore down the building when I moved away
And the key unreconciled

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

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

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