Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

The lady's in a foreign land
Singing on issues humble and grand
A decade flew past her and there on the
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 like from a jar

And take me 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 blow through my hair

Breath on an ember
It doesn't take to remember
Those eloquent from the good old days
That set us to marching banners ablaze

But reporters, there's no in prying
Our son's been denying
The that are wrapped in a mystery
The are over, so set him free

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

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

Because idols are best when they're made of
A savior's a to live with at home
Stars often fall, go unsung
And martyrs certainly die too young

So thank you for the best songs
you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a bus
But you stepped and you sang 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 through your