Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral Masses

beloved,
We're gathered to mourn,
The of the young one,
The death of first born.
And he tried, to understand,
Why his gave out.
His last dying words went out them.

It enough,
For family.
It enough,
For father.
But is it enough,
To your spirits.
And breaking,
Like a windows.
But on the pane,
That keeps the glass hitting the floor.

He's the of guy you wish would just leave.
He wears his on his sleeve.
You see any pictures,
With the family.
He doesn't wait, he goes,
Out of control, he broke the nose.
A man who can kill,
Two stones one bird.

Please back from that highway.
Don't you see it my way.
Please step back that highway.

If number eight,
Then he's nine.
It adds up the time.
A with no fortune.
But he lucked out fine.

I was told,
That gold,
Looks so pretty on skin.
The jewelery, which up,
All the within.

Please step from that highway.
Don't you see it my way.
Please step from that highway.

It enough,
For family.
It enough,
For father.
But is it enough,
To your spirits.
He's of like the wind,
You see it, but you feel it.
And that's the way,
You know there.
And how can you leave,
A place you've been to.
Or runaway something,
not chasing,
And it was.

Please back from that highway.
Don't you see it my way.
step back from that highway.