Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

The adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and
A flew past her and there on the page
She read that the had returned to the stage

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

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

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

But reporters, there's no in prying
Our blue-eyed son's denying
The that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over, so set him

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

Why do I sit the autumnal
of self-righteousness 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 made of
A savior's a nuisance to live with at
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 on a wayward bus
But you down and you sang to us

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