Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

Thy will be
Here on highway
In every house and field I

All in yield, aided by want
Among stranger
To disgrace so I've come

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

Full of bulls, and what not
And coarse jest to a knot
You are not acquainted your own heart

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

Drift like
the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy name's
El Matador,

a voice in an empty house
Breathe your breath and to me
to me

It's a dry leaf that on the branch
What if the wind cast it down
a ruthless hand?

'Cause we remember
That it took forever
Thy kingdom come in

Drift like
Into the Montana
Lay low for thy name's
El Matador,

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

Like a voice in an empty
Breathe your and speak to me
And speak me

to me
to me