Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

Thy be done
Here on this
In every house and I pray

All in meekness yield, by want
Among stranger
To disgrace so soon I've

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

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

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

like sleep
Into the Montana
Lay low for thy sake
El Matador,

Like a voice in an house
Breathe breath and speak to me
to me

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

we remember always
That it took place
Thy kingdom come in

like sleep
Into the Montana
Lay low for thy sake
El Matador,

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

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

to me
to me