Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up stone steps I climb
Hail this day's return
its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal

The is from Luke 24
Where returns to His loved ones
I look at the stone
Think that it's alright for

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

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

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

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