Luyện nghe bài hát Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in boxes,
And the clowns have all to bed,
You can hear happiness on down the street,
Footprints in red.

And the wind Mary.

A is drearily sweeping
Up the pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a is weeping,
Somewhere a has no wife.

And the wind Mary.

The traffic lights turn blue
Shine their emptiness on my bed
The tiny island downstream
'Cos the life that lived is dead.

And the screams Mary.

Oh oh

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

And the wind Mary.