Luyện nghe bài hát Augustine

My was a young man
My mother off the
My eyes were fresh at
but still afloat
Our heads hit the pavement
Many times
You his face to soothe him
While that there's more

Saint
Late have I loved and to see
on his skin
A warmth that I can feel him

And no one even me
The way you should feel
me did you lose your son?
Tell me did you your love?
Cry and burst my deafness, while falls asleep
The that I would do to you
The that I could do to you

Saint
Late have I loved and to see (what I chose to see, what I chose to see)
on his skin
A warmth that I can feel him

(nontetha)
We heard it all from you (we it all from you)

We waited for you (waited here for you)

(nontetha)
We heard it all from you (we it all from you)

We waited here for you (waited for you)

We it all from you

We waited for you

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