Luyện nghe bài hát Bushes And Briars (thistles And Thorns)

(By Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972)

I can't believe that so cold
And there been no snow.
The sound of music it to me
every place I go.
Sunday morning, no one in church,
But the chosen man
And he is fine I worry about him.
Got the in his hand.

Oh, there's a bitter east wind, and the are swaying,
The crows are their nests.
I wonder what in there a saying
To all those at rest.
I see the path lead to the door,
And the clergy's man.
Bushes and
You and I,
do we stand?

I wonder if he I'm here,
the briars grow.
And all these beneath my shoes,
I if they know.
There was a time when last one,
Knew a chosen man.
Where are now?
and thorns,
the sand.

I can't believe it's so cold
And there been no snow.
The sound of music it to me
>From place I go.
morning, there's no one in church,
But the chosen man
and briars,
Thistles and
the land.