Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Pitch

The king sings a song for the lover
The leaver, the lonely, and
Young love
If I can then meet you at the gate of St. Peter
When the takes my mind
My god she came my name
Sounded rain on the mountain
While I alive
Young flame soft as a candle
Lit between our two
Just apart in the dark

Spent my out and high (high)
On the
Head back through the leaves
Growin' up a preacher was all you ever

I got the holy
I got the holy
I felt the fever
When I it closer
I'm at the fever
Not quite but it
Can't the fever yet
I'm savin' up my measurement

I'm at the store
I'm eggs and toast
Lookin' at you and not where I
I my nose just facin' god
let the fever get you
Got god
Lost my soul in the seventh
Makin' out on aisle

Spent my out and high (high)
On the
back blowin' through the leaves
Growing up a was always just a dream
All you ever needed were you could believe
Sang them to me
just a dream

Well I know you can't
With heels in the dark
'em off
Let's
Let me get to you
Well I don't know
But I'm pickin' up and
I I could get you in a minute or two
if I could get a minute
Four, five at the
I think I might you
Smile dinner
Kick me under the
I think my in
And I I came for that
What comes it?

Let it
Let it
down please

I got the holy
I got the holy
I the fever grip me
I needed it most (thank the lord)
I'm at the fever now
I'm at the pitch
Not quite but nearly
I it man