Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

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

All hail Mary with her roses
But you're masterpiece

Cut away blade of grass
Our feet tramp down
The of every hanging tree
That time's left round

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

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

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

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