Luyện nghe bài hát Young Love

On cold November days, don't like to stray in the
Or leave my bed, or put down my guitar
Or leave my master bedroom, it's view
the mountains

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

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

On January days, I walk into the
Once or twice a day, some out here I've found
My clothes are wet with rain and mountain
Oh how I love the

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

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

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

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

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