Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

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

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

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

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

I'm my breath
My on your chest
can be said of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so carry on
my cards down to one
And I am dead, come visit my bed
My is bright in the sun

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