Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

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

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda
the kind 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 kind that me alone

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

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

me alone
Like a crown of
all who you know
So burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday,

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

Like a crown of
all who you know
Come on, come on, on
burn your bridges, woman