Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, very
I read Your book by light
That came in the pretty window picture

I visited some
Where they said that You living
And they a lot about You
And they spoke about Your

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

Passing
Where they mentioned existence
And the that
You had been replaced by Your

The was theology
And when smiled and turned to me
All that I could say was I in You

I Your house again
On or Thanksgiving
And a man said You were dead
But the house would go on

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

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