Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing -

In the lamplight low AND
Dimly enchanted woods
She rocks beside the fire never was lit
And as we ran on by
to be frightened
We WOULD shout and at Crazy Mary

Crazy Mary LONDONDERRY
Lives next to the cemetery
How many lovers have you
We would shout, scared
the green and golden paths
That LED us home, from Crazy Mary

She never answer us
JUST through the window softly
Wild-eyed and but we were sure
That in the of night
She cursed us soundly, spells
And such to us into donkeys

So THEY THE SUMMNER YEARS
EACH ONE MORE THAN THE LAST ONE
DOWN THE GREEN AND GOLDEN PATHS
AND SOON THE WOODS NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND WE'D CRAZY MARY

SO IT COMES that now
We stand upon windswept moor
The lonely before us
Testifies Crazy Mary ROCKS AND SMILES and dreams
HeR dreams
But not where little kids can after

And on the stone, these words, dear
Please write me down as one who
The raven-haired and laughing
That swore that they would me
BUT soon their sons running by
And here I lie, forgotten, Mary.

IN THE LAMPLIGHT LOW AND DIMLY
THRU ENCHANTED WE THINK
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE ALONG
THE GREEN AND GODEN OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A FOR CRAZY MARY