Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

The lady's adrift in a land
Singing on issues both humble and
A decade flew past her and there on the
She read that the prince had returned to the

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

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

on an undying ember
It doesn't take much to
Those eloquent from the good old days
That set us to marching with ablaze

But reporters, no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed son's been
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 blow through my

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

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

So thank you for writing the songs
Thank you for righting a few
You're a savage on a wayward bus
But you down and you sang to us

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