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 staggering on down the street
dressed in red
And the wind wispers
A is drearily sweeping
Up the broken of yesterdays life
a queen is weeping
Somewhere a has no wife
And the wispers mary

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

Will the ever remember
The it has blown in the past
With it's crutch, old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers "no, this be the last"
And the wind cries
And the wind cries