Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

Thy be done
on this highway
In every house and field I

All in yield, aided by want
stranger people
To disgrace so soon I've

Drift sleep
the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy sake
El Matador,

of bulls, blood and what not
And coarse jest to a tight
You are not acquainted with own heart

prayer upon my lips
Inside the blood hot
He was reviled, yet he not

Drift sleep
Into the hotel
Lay low for thy name's
El Matador,

Like a voice in an empty
your breath and speak to me
to me

It's a dry leaf that on the branch
What matter if the cast it down
With a ruthless

we remember always
That it place forever
Thy kingdom in whosoever

Drift sleep
the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy sake
El Matador,

Drift sleep
Into the hotel
Lay low for thy sake
El Matador,

Like a voice in an house
your breath and speak to me
And through me

to me
to me