Luyện nghe bài hát Wind Cries Mary

After all the are in their boxes,
And the clowns all gone to bed,
You can happiness staggering on down the street,
dress in red.

And the wind Mary.

A is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of life.
a Queen is weeping,
Somewhere a has no wife.

And the wind Mary.

The traffic lights blue tomorrow
Shine their down on my bed
The tiny island sags
'Cos the life that lived is dead.

And the screams Mary.

Oh oh

Will the ever remember
The it has blown in the past
this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this be the last."

And the cries Mary.