Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up those stone I climb
this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed I go
Hail the morn

The is from Luke 24
Christ returns to His loved ones
I look at the apostles
that it's alright for some

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

A beauty impossible to
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
And no beneath the sea
Could do the job you did, baby
Of me to my knees

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