Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

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

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

This is my kinda
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

me alone
Like a crown of
all who you know
So burn your bridges, woman
someday, yeah

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

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