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

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

I believe that it's so cold
And there ain't 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 won't about him.
Got the in his hand.

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

I wonder if he I'm here,
Watching the grow.
And all these people my shoes,
I wonder if know.
was a time when every last one,
Knew a clergy's man.
Where are they
and thorns,
the sand.

I can't that it's so cold
And ain't 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 briars,
Thistles and
the land.