Luyện nghe bài hát Good Friday

Come, lay here me
And fear no death
I'll give you my
And breathe your breath

will harm you
Inside this
We will be here
As the light is
That makes way for Friday

Get out of your
For there goes blood
It falls on my
And colors the

The of our fathers
Is not ours to
Their sad wines
Are not to spill
And won't be over Good Friday

Though this
Is Ash
Ash Wednesday
It forever approaches Friday