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

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

I can't that it's so cold
And ain't been no snow.
The of music it comes to me
>From 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 wind, and the fields are swaying,
The are round their nests.
I wonder what in there a saying
To all souls at rest.
I see the path lead to the door,
And the chosen man.
Bushes and
You and I,
Where do we

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

I can't believe that it's so
And there been no snow.
The of music it comes to me
every place I go.
Sunday morning, no one in church,
But the clergy's man
and briars,
Thistles and
the land.