Luyện nghe bài hát B Is For Bethlehem

Your neck is craned a lazy quarter of the distance down back
a reason for the blood to go there.
To know now my veins are your hands across my back where you're resting.
Where you rest from the sins of our shoulders to struggle and end.
Run its motors to waters and follows.
at the funeral because you can go anywhere to be hallowed by thy name
and name ours.
I'm to try to stop the wind,
leave the leaves left and leave to be hollowed by thy name and mine ours.
It's hours to be b is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman.
I know he starts and finishes men but I Don't why.
was a fisherman,
fishing men from the hands,
so the devil was made red to a damned life.
And the red in face is touchable to the blues and the Muscles in a memory.
Where I have lost my
and I smell like paste again we'll be resting,
we rest.
My bends bend my anchor to people out of the bible
to stand in the rain and be b is for Bethlehem.