Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind Cries Mary

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

The traffic lights turn blue
And shine emptiness down, down on my bed
The tiny sags downstream
the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind mary
And the wind mary

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