Nhạc sĩ: Maxwell Anderson, Kurt Weill
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Oh, it's a long, long while
From May, May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the wedding game
Oh, it's a long, long while
Oh, the days dwindle down
To the precious field
September
November
And these are few prayers
These precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend here with you
Oh, the days dwindle down
To the precious field
September
November
And these are few precious days
I'll spend with you
here with you
His precious
name
falls
away
with you
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