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 make it death 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 prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really
I can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

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

I used to treat you like a lady, now my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty
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 moves on
It's the kind that leaves me
Now is my kinda love
It's the kind that on
It's the kind that, it's the kind

me alone
Like a of thorns
all who you know
So don't your bridges, woman
someday, yeah

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

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