Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

Thy will be
Here on this
In house and field I pray

All in meekness yield, aided by
Among people
To disgrace so soon come

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

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

Frozen prayer my lips
the blood runs hot
He was reviled, yet he not

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

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

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

'Cause we remember
That it place forever
Thy come in whosoever

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

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

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

to me
to me