Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

From the mountain a soul
And the stones grow up trees
From the comes a soul
And the stones grow up like

All blues Mary with her roses
But you're their

Cut away blade of grass
Our feet cannot tramp
The limb of hanging tree
That time's left hanging

All blues sing that is light not glory
A not a crown

I won't be death's sad now while I still lie awake
I won't be death's sad trophy now while I still lie
All blues say that and death and you
Are yet to take

How this bit of light so late
falls across your breast
How dark this bit of light so
falls across your breast

All and grace by God
And I have to learn the rest