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
Beloved of John, I get it all
I read you for some kind of
Covered in lines, the fossils I
Have no life of their own?

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

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

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

I'm holding my
My tongue on chest
can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the on my cheek
Where there but a mark
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my down to one
And I am dead, come visit my bed
My is bright 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 only a shadow of me in a manner of I'm dead