Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By friedman

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

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

So what's it like to be on your own, a vagabond, away 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

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

Everyone sends their love; they don't really believe you're gone.
Everyone's jealous of this crazy odyssey that on.
this 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 search of some door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all looking for?