Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

I saw you a foreign window
Bearing down the road
You carryin' your burden

To the of the Lord
To the of the Lord

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

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

In the of the Lord
In the palace of the

And if you get it this time
You have to come back again
And if you get it right time
There's no to explain

I saw you a foreign
Bearing the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your
You were singing about

I was going down to
When the kingdom had found
I was you protection
From the of the crowd

In the of the Lord
In the of the Lord

They giving you religion
Breaking bread and wine
And you laid out on the green
Just like when you were a

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