Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

The lady's adrift in a foreign
Singing on issues both and grand
A decade flew past her and on the page
She read the prince had returned to the stage

Hovering treacherous water
A saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded flying too far
Memories tumbling sweets from a jar

And take me down to the now
of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me
And the winds of the old days will blow through my

on an undying ember
It doesn't much to remember
Those eloquent songs the good old days
That set us to marching with banners

But reporters, there's no sense in
Our blue-eyed been denying
The truths that are in a mystery
The sixties are over, so set him

And take me down to the now
of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me
And the winds of the old days will through my hair

Why do I sit the autumnal
Years of self-righteousness not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to
Which of us what was his to lose?

Because are best when they're made of stone
A a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, go unsung
And martyrs most die too young

So you for writing the best songs
Thank you for a few wrongs
a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you to us

And get you down to the now
Most of the sour grapes are from the bough
Ghosts of will visit you there
And the winds of the old will blow through your hair