Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind Cries Mary

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

The traffic lights turn tomorrow
And their emptiness down, down on my bed
The tiny sags downstream
'cause the life that lived is, is
And the wind screams
And the wind mary

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