Luyện nghe bài hát Late November

The wine it was drunk, the ship it was
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows drowned
The birds they were clouds, the and the shrouds
And as we south the mist it came down

The wooded to the wandering stream
The serpent he moved, but no-one say
The depths of the waters, the which distraught us
And brought to me of the ill-fated day

The were filled with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the of the sea
one was found but the others they went under
Oh the which are shed, they won't come from me

The methods of madness, the pathos and the
God help you all, the insane and
The and the white, the darkness of the night
I see only smoke the chimneys arise

The pilot he flew all the sky and woke me
He solo on the mercury sea
The dream it back, all about the tall brown people
The sacred young on the phosphorus sand