Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

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

So can we sweetly
the mystery ends?
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, your beautiful
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 beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on head

So can we be friends,
Before the ends?
I love you more than the world can
In its lonely and ramshackle
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 kiss on my
Where remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll on
my cards 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 me, come shield me
From that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm