Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

By dean

Autumn seems awful lonely here we think of you.
Last night the sky turned and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the are all ablaze
They smell of timber in the fireplace.

Sunday we woke up and we drove out to tice's farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under our arms.
Picking out penny candy in the store,
Till we collapsed on the porch our bellies sore.

So what's it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away home,
In search of some forgotten
Is it as good as it sounds? tell me, have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been for?

Freckles still misses you. she always on the floor in your room.
Ruth she smells, but you know it's just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore but they're green and full of worms.
Guess we'll sit and wait until the cider turns.

Everyone sends love; they still don't really believe you're gone.
Everyone's jealous of this crazy that you're on.
Hoping this finds you happy and and sane.
I pray that your strength will ease you the growing pains.

So what's it like to be on your own, a roaming vagabond, away home,
In search of forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? tell me, have you found
The peace and calm we've all been for?