Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

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

To the of the Lord
To the palace of the

I spied you from a window
the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun through your window pane
To the you kept your books

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

In the palace of the
In the of the Lord

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

I saw you from a
down the sufferin' road
You were your burden
You were singing about

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

In the palace of the
In the palace of the

They giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking
And you out on the green hills
Just like when you a child

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

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