Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

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

All in meekness yield, by want
Among people
To disgrace so I've come

Drift like
Into the 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 with own heart

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

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

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

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

'Cause we remember
it took place forever
Thy kingdom in whosoever

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

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

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

to me
to me