Luyện nghe bài hát Young Love

On cold November days, don't like to in the park
Or even leave my bed, or put down my
Or leave my master bedroom, with it's
Overlooking the

On dark days, I think of all my friends
from Washington to Maine, New York to
And how all grown closer, with years
Or how we've grown

Icicles fall my roof, burning stove pires of fire
we meet again, and grow (?)
Or apart (?)

On January days, I into the town
Once or twice a day, some peace out here found
My clothes are wet with and mountain mist
Oh how I love the

When days, I've gone another year
Chasing perfect poems and them in your ear
But I'm losing the will to chase anymore
Across those oceans

Running stops at a fence, sniffing at the flower in absence (?)
Will we meet again and (?)
or grow (?)

Old lonesome habit, my mountain
don't try to wake me, I'll sleep alone
I'll out my friends, shut off the phone
Late at night, I hear the of young love

I downtown, saw her again
on the corner, laughing with friends
The cool air, against her pink skin
I walked on, with memories of young love

Youth by, hand in hand
And on the porch, sits an old man
His is tight, splintered eave
And plain in his eyes, he the beauty of young love