Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, bright
I read Your book by colored
came in through the pretty window picture

I visited houses
Where they that You were living
And talked a lot about You
And they spoke about giving

They passed a basket with some
I just had to write a note
And all it said was I in You

conversations
Where mentioned Your existence
And the that
You had replaced by Your assistants

The was theology
And when they smiled and to me
All I could say was I believe in You

I visited Your again
On Christmas or
And a balded man You were dead
But the house go on living

He poetry
And as he saw me stand to
He shook his head and said I'd never You

My mother used to me up
And while my dad was
We would walk down to house without speaking