Luyện nghe bài hát Young Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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