Luyện nghe bài hát Winds of the Old Days

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

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

And me down to the harbor 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

Breath on an undying
It doesn't take much to
Those eloquent songs from the good old
That set us to marching with banners

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

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

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

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

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

And get you down to the now
of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna visit you there
And the winds of the old days blow through your hair