Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded
Say he who rides a pony must fall
I've been 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 broken kind of feeling, have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', say your prayers
I wanna her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again,

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

I to treat 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 over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time,

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

me alone
Like a crown of
It's all who you
So don't burn bridges, woman
'Cause someday,

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

Like a of thorns
all who you know
Come on, come on, on
burn your bridges, woman