Luyện nghe bài hát Young Love

On November 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 of all my friends
from to Maine, New York to Sweden
And how we've all closer, with years
Or how grown apart

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

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

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

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

Old habit, my mountain 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 downtown, saw her again
There on the corner, with friends
The cool mountain air, against her pink
I on, aching with memories of young love

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