Luyện nghe bài hát Church of The Drive Thru Elvis

And there's
Always laughing me
A taste of my
It me and weakens me
Emphasizes is wrong with me

And now I am not content to be
A weak impression of what to be
I up in terror To see
That I am so low
We are all sinners, I

You take better than me
My wheelchair into the sand
Like blooms and torn

a sinner baby, that's for sure
No Messiah, God like with halo
Aesthetically, my all consuming vanity
And now that I am not to be

A weak of what used to be
I wake up in to see I'm incredibly low
We are all sinners, I
We are all sinners, I

You take life better me
My wheelchair sinks the sand
blooms fractured and torn

Spirit serene, it's my spirit so

You take life better me
My rolls into the sea
Tender blooms and torn
We're all sinners, I