Luyện nghe bài hát Glory

Well, I'd be by thirty-three
That was my guess
But hey, I am this morning
Singing happy to me

As I up all this mess
Because I'm still alive
Without
In the big, middle
Of my book of life

After the has been told
If you don't die in
At the age of
Then your is just getting old

You can see
And Jimi, fan the
Their posters always look younger
Ah, but never knew

And they can't guide us
The long stretch of spiritual
In the big middle
Of my long book of

After the twist has told
If you die in glory
At the age of
Then your is just getting old

As a skinny kid she
she should never sell her beauty
But it's a narcotic
To feel the stare

It's like a powerful
Of synthetic self-image
It makes you so alive
As long as it is

And that was how she
Not by human hands
She was
By the eyes all her

So, she fell back into her
Where her beauty mark would
So, the camera never have found her
In the big middle
Of my book of life

the twist has been told
If you die in glory
At the age of
your story is just getting old

Now, when Jesus told the
He would have His way
And in death He not be defeated
it was all for the best

For He had to say
Because He would not
Have to it
Through the big middle
Of His book of life

He passed thirty-two
If you die in glory
At the age of
Then your story is still true

Still coming true, coming true