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 your away, away, away"

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

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

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

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

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

Like a of thorns
It's all who you
Come on, come on, on
burn your bridges, woman