Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Rollers for Love

Down from the mountain out walking the
I see the in this setting sun
Unfolded gardens the earth as it was
Filled with canteens and gas
this last voyage of us

Ain't no here hiding wings
The himself would be puzzled to give
Any to sink his fingers in
All this voodoo and black
Doing the that was his

With songs filling their lungs
Move them out, down the sun
Give tears for cherry red blood
them old, we cradle them young
World is or maybe just holy rollers for love

Split this set these sails
It's down to the seabed, we dazzle and
bringing more funerals than fairs
And it's a book of maps
That using to get us there

To the my daughter, my son
The too little to cover the slums
Cross the river deeper it ever was
There's a pause in the
When are supposed to be done

battle songs filling their lungs
Move them out under the sun
Give them tears for cherry red
Stack old, we cradle them young
World is crazy or maybe just holy for love

Glory, hallelujah, be warned
God is still marching, still raising his
Board these and guard your stretch of floor
sinister's got you
The minute you the door

Battle filling their lungs
Move them out, down the sun
Give tears for cherry red blood
Stack them old, we them young
This world is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for

This world is crazy or maybe holy rollers for love
This world is crazy and making us holy for love