Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in boxes
And the clowns have all to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the
Footprints in red
And the wispers mary
A broom is sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays
Somewhere a is weeping
a king has no wife
And the wind wispers

The traffic lights turn tomorrow
And their emptiness down, down on my bed
The tiny island sags
'cause the life that is, is dead
And the screams mary
And the cries mary

Will the wind remember
The names it has blown in the
With it's crutch, old age, and it's wisdom
It "no, this won't be the last"
And the wind cries
And the cries mary