Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By dean

Autumn seems awful lonely whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky 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 up early and we drove out to tice's farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we fit under both our arms.
out penny candy in the country store,
Till we collapsed on the with our bellies sore.

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

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

Everyone sends their love; they still really believe you're gone.
jealous of this crazy odyssey that you're on.
Hoping finds you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that your will ease you through the growing pains.

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 sounds? me, have you really found
The peace and calm all been looking for?