Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By friedman

Autumn seems awful here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky turned and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They of timber 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 candy in the country store,
we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore.

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

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

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

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