Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony someday fall
I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is 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 comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really
I just can't to see you dragging down again, again, again

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

I used to 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 turnin over
Yes, Mr. Faded is once again doin' time, yeah

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

me alone
Like a crown of
all who you know
So don't burn your bridges,
'Cause someday,

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

a crown of thorns
It's all who you
Come on, on, come on
burn your bridges, woman