Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing -

In the burning low AND
Dimly through woods
She beside the fire that never was lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be
We WOULD and laugh at Crazy Mary

Crazy Mary from
Lives next door to the
How many have you buried
We would shout, scared
ACROSS the and golden paths
That LED us home, from Crazy Mary

She never answer us
JUST SMILE through the softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were
That in the dark of
She us soundly, casting spells
And such to us into donkeys

So WENT THE SUMMNER YEARS
EACH ONE MORE FLEETING THAN THE ONE
RUSHING DOWN THE AND GOLDEN PATHS
AND SOON THE WERE NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND FORGOTTEN CRAZY MARY

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

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

IN THE BURNING LOW AND DIMLY
ENCHANTED WOODS WE THINK
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE ALONG
THE AND GODEN PATHS OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A FOR CRAZY MARY