Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

It's a kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but 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 leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my love
It's the kind that on
It's the kind leaves me alone

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

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

Leaves me
Like a of thorns
all who you know
So don't your bridges, woman
'Cause someday,

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

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