Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up those stone steps I
Hail this joyful day's
Into its great vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal

The reading is from 24
Where Christ returns to His ones
I look at the stone
that it's alright for some

And I wish I was made of stone
So that I not have to see
A beauty to define
A impossible to believe

A impossible to endure
The blood imparted in sips
The smell of you on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my

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

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