Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

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

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 your window pane
To the place you kept your

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

In the of the Lord
In the palace of the

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

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

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

In the of the Lord
In the palace of the

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

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

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