Luyện nghe bài hát Joe Porterhouse

The children sit upon the
High a valley of tears
Don't let see you crying that way, oh no

Oh no, Joe
Is not gone forever, he'll be back day
Don't let them see you crying way

don't wake him, let him sleep
It's a she can keep
Like an old bus ticket or a

Resting on the
While for the wicked, is no peace
She says not his time to go
Why we were nearly lovers ago

Now is left for me
Among the broken branches of the tree?

like an anchor, arms like cable
He all alone on an iron turntable
let them see you crying that way, oh no

The sun beats down, cracking the flags
who should know better are stamping out fags
Don't let them see you that way

Please wake him, let him sleep
It's a moment she can
an old bus ticket or a photograph

Resting on the
While for the wicked, there is no
She says it's not his to go
Why we nearly lovers years ago

Now is left for me
Among the branches of the family tree?

Oh no, Joe
Is not gone forever, he'll be back day
Don't let them see you crying way