Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind Cries Mary

(Jimi Hendrix)

And after all the Jacks are in boxes,
And the clowns have all to bed.
You can hear the happiness on downstream,
Footprints in red.

And the wind Mary.

A broom is sweeping,
Up the broken of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a is weepin',
a King has no wife.

And the wind Mary.

Mary.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The traffic they turn blue tomorrow,
And their emptiness down on my bed,
Their tiny island on downstream,
the life that lived is dead.

And the wind Mary.

Now will that wind remember,
All names it has blown in the past.
Now its crutch, its old age and its wisdom,
It whispers "No, this be the last".

And the wind Mary.

Mary.

Mary.