Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up those steps I climb
Hail joyful day's return
Into its shadowed vault I go
Hail the morn

The is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to His ones
I at the stone apostles
Think that it's for some

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

A beauty to endure
The imparted in little sips
The smell of you on my hands
As I the cup up to my lips

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

Outside I sit on the stone
nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted,
By the of you