Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By dean

Autumn seems awful lonely whenever we think of you.
Last the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the are all ablaze
They of timber burning in the fireplace.

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

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

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

Everyone sends love; they still don't really believe you're gone.
Everyone's jealous of this 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 like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, from home,
In search of forgotten door?
Is it half as as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking