Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

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

near treacherous water
A friend saw her and caught her
Unguarded fantasies too far
tumbling like sweets from a jar

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

Breath on an ember
It take much to remember
eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with ablaze

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

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

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

Because idols are best when they're of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at
often fall, heroes go unsung
And most certainly die too young

So thank you for writing the best
Thank you for righting a few
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 Johanna will visit you
And the winds of the old days will blow your hair