Luyện nghe bài hát Every Hour Here

We ride our bikes the circle in the cemetery weaving
I wave up to You on the
Am I to come upon You suddenly like this
Happy, relieved You are here and I can see You
I can You

You are the ticket-half
I find inside the pocket of my old coat
all the time, all the while forgotten
I so often to leave You in churches and other islands
And on my beads where I can see You, I can You

I take the and put it on the table saying
This is God and He's here through my comings and my
But I walk past the ticket-half, I past the ticket-half
I past the ticket-half just as I've walked past the Cross on our wall

Our self-importance grows so we don't see You
But gentle Jesus, aren't You
Aren't You hour here?