Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

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

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

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

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

But reporters, no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a
The are over, so set him free

And take me to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the
Ghosts of my history will me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my

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

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

So thank you for writing the best
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 to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow your hair