Luyện nghe bài hát Young Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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