Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign Window

I saw you a foreign window
Bearing the sufferin' road
You were your burden

To the of the Lord
To the palace of the

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

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

In the palace of the
In the of the Lord

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

I saw you from a
Bearing down the road
You were carryin' your
You were about Rimbaud

I was going to Geneva
When the kingdom had found
I was giving you
From the of the crowd

In the palace of the
In the palace of the

They were you religion
Breaking and drinking wine
And you out on the green hills
Just like when you were a

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

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