Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Bird Publishing - ASCAP

In the lamplight low AND
Dimly through woods
She rocks beside the that never was lit
And as we ran on by
to be frightened
We WOULD shout and at Crazy Mary

Crazy from LONDONDERRY
Lives next door to the
How many lovers have you
We would shout, running
the green 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
in the dark of night
She cursed us soundly, spells
And such to us into donkeys

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

SO IT COMES that now
We stand this windswept moor
The lonely before us
Testifies that Crazy ROCKS AND SMILES and dreams
HeR somewhere
But not where kids can follow after

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

IN THE LAMPLIGHT LOW AND DIMLY
ENCHANTED WOODS WE THINK
ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE COMMIT
THE AND GODEN PATHS OF GOWING UP
WE LIGHT THE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR CRAZY MARY