Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind Cries Mary

After all the are in their boxes
And the clowns have all to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on the street
Footprints in red
And the wind Mary

A is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of life
Somewhere a queen is
Somewhere a has no wife
And the wind, it cries

The lights they all true blue tomorrow
And shine their down on my bed
The tiny island sags
Cause the life lived is, is dead
And the screams Mary

Will the wind remember
The names it has in the past
And with his crutch, its old age, and wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the
And the wind cries