Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who a pony must someday fall
I've 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', say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you down again, again, again

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

I used to you like 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 over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time,

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

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

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

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