Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up stone steps I climb
Hail this day's return
Into it's great shadowed I go
the pentecostal morn

The reading is luke 24
christ returns to his loved ones
I at the stone apostles
Think that it's for some

And I wish that I was made of
So that I would not to see
A beauty impossible to
A beauty impossible to

A impossible to endure
The blood in little sips
The smell of you still on my
As I the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did,
Of bringing me to my

Outside I sit on the stone
With much to do
Forlorn and exhausted,
By the of you