Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A baby with a
barely seventeen
My mourned her innocence
While she me on her knee

A on the road
to her tears and trials
Like silver rain fell upon
This melancholy

The sounds of my
Still in my song
My lullaby
That train that ran our home

A whippoorwill on a sill
It should made me smile
But everything sounds
To a melancholy

Now a blood
Runs in our
Thought I outrun
The inside of me

So I went a crazy
I a little wild
Trying to
My own melancholy

I met a and gentle man
Who thinks the of me
And he looks my way
It is a that he sees

But when I explain to him
The tears fill my eyes
He takes me in his
And his melancholy child

You take a Irish temper
And solemn Cherokee
A Southern sense of
And you got someone me

But there are thorns on every
To this I'm
just a little sharper
To a child

And in my own babe's
I see the of a melancholy child
Heaven us all
Another child