Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You ever hear the of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony someday fall
I've been to my alter, says "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death 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 tell her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging again, again, again

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

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

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

Leaves me
Like a of thorns
It's all who you
So burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday,

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

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