Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, day of the week
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
Have they no life of their

So can we pretend
Before the mystery
I am a man with a 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 beautiful
carpet arise
Go your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm painting the blue and red
They said beware, hear my prayer
wasted my throes on your head

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

I'm holding my
My tongue on chest
What can be of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where remains but a mark
my John, so I'll carry 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, shield me
From fossils fall on my head
only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead