Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Mary

Michael Peter Smith - Avenue Publishing - ASCAP

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

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

She never answer us
JUST SMILE through the window
and wild-haired but we were sure
That in the of night
She cursed us soundly, spells
And such to turn us into

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

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

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

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