Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By friedman

seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of burning in the fireplace.

Sunday we woke up and we drove out to tice's farms,
Gorging on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the store,
Till we collapsed on the porch with our sore.

So what's it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, from home,
In search of some door?
Is it half as good as it tell me, have you really found
The peace and we've all been looking for?

Freckles still misses you. she always sleeps on the in your room.
Ruth says she smells, but you know it's just her unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore but they're green and full of worms.
we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns.

Everyone sends their love; still don't really believe you're gone.
jealous of this crazy odyssey that you're on.
Hoping this you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that strength will ease you through the growing pains.

So what's it to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away from home,
In of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it tell me, have you really found
The peace and we've all been looking for?