Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, first day of the
words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my of fries
Long island kindness and
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
Have they no of their own?

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

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

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

I'm holding my
My on your chest
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 cards to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My fossil is in the sun

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