Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

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

All blues hail Mary with her
But their masterpiece

Cut away blade of grass
Our feet cannot down
The limb of every tree
That left hanging round

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

I be death's sad trophy now
While I still lie
I be death's sad trophy now
While I lie awake
All the blues sing of and death and you
As chances yet to

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

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