Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful return
its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the morn

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

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

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

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

Outside I sit on the stone
With nothing to do
and exhausted, baby
By the of you