Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, day of the week
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my of fries
Long kindness and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I
Have no life of their own?

So can we pretend
the mystery ends?
I am a man a heart that offends
With its and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm

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

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

I'm my breath
My tongue on chest
What can be said of my
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so carry on
Counting my cards to one
And I am dead, come 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 fall on my
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead