Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

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

precision.
Pull the with a dry hand,
Soaked in
Painted by brushes of
I pulled your head.
Don't this difficult.
I can't for the morning sun.

Oh, the morning sun has come and not there.

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

known glory all my life