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, "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest soul away, away, away"

a broken kind 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 her, but does it really matter?
I can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

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

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

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

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

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

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