Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By friedman

Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we of you.
Last night the sky purple and we wanted to share the view.
on the trees 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,
ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the 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 found
The peace and calm we've all been for?

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

Everyone sends their love; they still don't really you're gone.
jealous of this crazy odyssey that you're on.
Hoping this finds you happy and and sane.
I that your 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 some forgotten
Is it half as as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been for?