Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

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

So can we sweetly
Before the mystery
I am a man with a that offends
its lonely and greedy demands
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

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

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

I'm holding my
My tongue on your
can be said of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll on
Counting my down to one
And when I am dead, visit my bed
My fossil is in the sun

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