Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say prayers
I wanna 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 that moves on
It's some kind leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my love
the kind that moves 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 some money, so I'm turnin honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once doin' time, yeah

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

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

So I'm
This is my kinda
the kind that moves on
It's the kind that 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
on, come on, come on
Don't your bridges, woman