Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

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

All blues hail with her roses
But their masterpiece

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

All blues sing that love is light not
And a story, not a

I won't be sad trophy now
I still lie awake
I be death's sad trophy now
I still lie awake
All the sing of love and death and you
As chances yet to

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

All and the grace by God and the
I will to
I will have to the rest