Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing -

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

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

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

So THEY THE SUMMNER YEARS
EACH ONE FLEETING THAN THE LAST ONE
RUSHING THE GREEN AND GOLDEN PATHS
AND SOON THE WOODS WERE NOT ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND FORGOTTEN CRAZY MARY

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

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

IN THE BURNING LOW AND DIMLY
THRU ENCHANTED WOODS WE
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE COMMIT
THE GREEN AND GODEN OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR CRAZY