Luyện nghe bài hát Souvenirs

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

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

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

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

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