Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

I saw you a foreign window
down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your

To the palace of the
To the of the Lord

I spied you from a foreign
When the were in bloom
And the sun shone through your pane
To the place you kept books

You were on your sofa
You were singin' prayer
That the had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved

In the palace of the
In the palace of the

And if you get it this time
You don't to come back again
And if you get it right this
There's no need to

I saw you from a
Bearing down the sufferin'
You were carryin' your
You were singing Rimbaud

I was going to Geneva
the kingdom had been found
I was you protection
From the of the crowd

In the palace of the
In the palace of the

They were giving you
Breaking bread and wine
And you out on the green hills
Just like you were a child

I saw you a foreign window
You were trying to find way back home
You were your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the

In the of the Lord
In the of the Lord
In the of the Lord