Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

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

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

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

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

me alone
Like a crown of
all who you know
So don't burn your bridges,
someday, yeah

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

Like a crown of
all who you know
Come on, come on, on
Don't your bridges, woman