Luyện nghe bài hát Face of Melinda

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

Words falter to atone
Failure had the stepping stone
She had her vows to another
This is when no-one will

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

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

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

Endlessly gazing in prime
She of her vices and broke the rhyme
But baffled herself the final line
My promise is but my heart is thine