Luyện nghe bài hát Wind Cries Mary

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

And the whispers 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 turn tomorrow
Shine their down on my bed
The island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they is dead.

And the wind Mary.

Oh oh

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

And the wind Mary.