Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Publishing - ASCAP

In the burning low AND
Dimly enchanted woods
She rocks beside the fire that was lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be
We WOULD shout and laugh at Crazy

Crazy from LONDONDERRY
Lives next to the cemetery
How lovers have you buried
We shout, running scared
ACROSS the green and golden
That LED us home, away from Mary

She never answer us
JUST SMILE the window softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we sure
That in the of night
She us soundly, casting spells
And such to turn us into

So THEY WENT THE YEARS
EACH ONE MORE FLEETING THE LAST ONE
RUSHING DOWN THE GREEN AND PATHS
AND SOON THE WOODS WERE NOT ANYMORE
FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND WE'D FORGOTTEN CRAZY

SO IT that older now
We stand upon windswept moor
The STONE before us
Testifies Crazy Mary ROCKS AND SMILES and dreams
HeR somewhere
But not where little kids can after

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

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