Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

I saw you from a window
Bearing down the sufferin'
You were your burden

To the of the Lord
To the of the Lord

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

You reading on your sofa
You were singin' every
That the masters had in you
Since Lord Byron loved

In the of the Lord
In the of the Lord

And if you get it this time
You don't have to come again
And if you get it right time
no need to explain

I saw you a foreign
Bearing down the road
You were your burden
You singing about Rimbaud

I was going to Geneva
When the had been found
I was you protection
the loneliness of the crowd

In the palace of the
In the of the Lord

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

I saw you from a foreign
You trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your
on a pallet on the floor

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