Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

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

All hail Mary with her roses
But you're masterpiece

Cut away each blade of
Our feet cannot down
The limb of hanging tree
That time's left round

All blues sing that love is not glory
A story not a

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

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

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