Nhạc sĩ: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
Oh, it's a long, long while From May till December And the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game For the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you For the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you
