Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You hear the story 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 well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your
I wanna her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just stand to see you dragging down again, 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 is my kinda love
It's the kind that on
It's the kind that leaves me

I used to treat you like a lady, now 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 again doin' time, yeah

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

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

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

Like a of thorns
all who you know
Come on, on, come on
Don't burn bridges, woman