Luyện nghe bài hát Trade-offs

Mary, Mary, quite
Where's your white wine, silver, and
Is it locked now in your
Having pity on the eye's of the
Now in weary halls of the
Mary tries to pray for her
She doesn't the price of her penance
She find's herself now old
And she
Oh baby, just one more
Will you please me
piece of mine
In the moonlight, in the
In the room barred up windows
Mary to count her gold
She know the price
Of her now
She herself, very old
And she
Mary, Mary where you gone too
Where's your wine, silver and gold
Is it locked now in mansion
Having pity on soul.