Luyện nghe bài hát Godsong

Everybody finished their tipped cigar
Our dinner speaker tonight is God
A warm of applause
And silence

us of love, we said
Tell us of
one above
Won't ya tell us of

And he said,
I've never tasted flavour before
So maybe love is whore
just a figment of emotion

my
Hear my
if I'm
What if I'm
my
Hear my
I'm always
But if I'm wrong

The crowd wild
Man, and child
by brandy and cherry wine
And the apple in the of the head of John the Baptist
Tell us of hate, we
Tell us of
Don't the bait
Won't ya tell us of
And he said,
never tasted your flavour before
So hate is your whore
But I when we were lovers

my
Hear my
if I'm
What if I'm
my
Hear my
I'm always
But what if I'm