Luyện nghe bài hát Godsong

Everybody finished their tipped cigar
Our after dinner speaker is God
A round of applause
And then

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

And he said,
never tasted your flavour before
So maybe is your whore
just a figment of emotion

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

The crowd wild
Man, and child
Fuelled by brandy and cherry
And the in the mouth of the head of John the Baptist
Tell us of hate, we
Tell us of
spare the bait
Won't ya us of hate
And he said,
I've tasted your flavour before
So maybe is your whore
But I remember when we were

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