Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

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

All blues hail Mary her roses
But you're their

Cut away each of grass
Our cannot tramp down
The limb of every tree
That time's left round

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

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

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

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