Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

It's a broken 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 it really matter?
I can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

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

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

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

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

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

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