Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral Masses

beloved,
We're here to mourn,
The of the young one,
The of your first born.
And he tried, to understand,
Why his lungs out.
His last dying words out from them.

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

He's the kind of guy you wish just leave.
He his heart on his sleeve.
You see any pictures,
With the family.
He wait, he just goes,
Out of control, he broke the nose.
A man who can kill,
Two with one bird.

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

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

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

Please step back from highway.
you see it goes my way.
Please step back from highway.

It enough,
For family.
It enough,
For father.
But is it enough,
To your spirits.
kind of like the wind,
You can't see it, but you it.
And that's the way,
You he's there.
And how can you leave,
A you've never been to.
Or runaway something,
not chasing,
And it was.

Please step back from highway.
you see it goes my way.
Please back from that highway.