Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony someday fall
I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is you make it
And if you it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad comin', better say your prayers
I wanna her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh is my kinda love
It's the kind that on
It's some that leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my love
It's the that moves on
It's the kind leaves me alone

I to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is again doin' time, yeah

This is my kinda
It's the kind that on
It's the kind that leaves me
Now this is my kinda
the kind that moves on
It's the that, it's the kind that

Leaves me
Like a crown of
It's all who you
So don't burn your bridges,
'Cause someday,

So I'm
This is my kinda
It's the kind moves on
It's the kind that you alone, yeah
is my kinda love
It's the kind that on
It's the kind that, kind that leaves me

Like a of thorns
all who you know
Come on, on, come on
burn your bridges, woman