Luyện nghe bài hát Face of Melinda

By the turnstile beckons a damsel
The of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her
Brooding sadness to a rise

Words would to atone
Failure had passed the stone
She had sworn her vows to
This is when will bother

And conceded in crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the
where she sacrificed her ways
That love in her face

Still I to have her back
The that would fill the crack
My soul a fluttering sigh
This day fell, the darkness

I her by the hand to say
All forever has been washed away
I returned for you in great
Come me, far away to stay

gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and the rhyme
But baffled with the final line
My is made but my heart is thine