Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Burning rock, in the palm of hand.
Treat this place as you're to,
I will my land, to comfort you.

precision.
Pull the with a dry hand,
in scenery
Painted by of hair
I pulled from head.
Don't make difficult.
I can't for the morning sun.

Oh, the morning sun has and you're not there.

Petals
crumbling.
Turn the TV off and for the writing in the sky
It could be bad, it matter
those words will just melt into the clouds.
Don't be mad, my was misgiven...

I've known glory all my