Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Pail Fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

we remember always
That it took forever
Thy kingdom in whosoever

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

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

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

to me
to me