Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd 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 love
It's the 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 that leaves me alone

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

This is my kinda
It's the kind that on
It's the 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 burn your bridges, woman
someday, yeah

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

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