Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By dean

seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of 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 could fit under our arms.
Picking out candy in the country 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 sounds? tell me, have you 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 just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back apples but they're green and full of worms.
Guess we'll sit and wait until the cider turns.

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

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