Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, first day of the
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
Long island kindness and
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no of their own?

So can we pretend
Before the mystery
I am a man with a heart offends
With its lonely and demands
There's a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, beautiful face
Stumbling arise
Go follow your gem, your white friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm the hills blue and red
They said beware, hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on head

So can we be friends,
the mystery ends?
I love you than the world can contain
In its lonely and head
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of I'm dead

I'm my breath
My tongue on chest
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the on my cheek
there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so carry on
Counting my cards to one
And when I am dead, visit my bed
My fossil is in the sun

So can we contend,
my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come me
From fossils that on my head
There's a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead