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 her and there on the page
She read that the had returned to the stage

near treacherous water
A friend saw her drifting and her
fantasies flying too far
Memories tumbling like from a jar

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

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

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

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

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

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

So thank you for the best songs
Thank you for a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a bus
But you stepped down and you to us

And get you to the harbor now
Most of the grapes are gone from the bough
of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through hair