Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

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

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

Such a waste, beautiful face
Stumbling arise
Go follow your gem, your white friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm painting the blue and red
They said beware, Lord my prayer
I've wasted my on your head

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

I'm my breath
My tongue on your
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the on my cheek
Where there but a mark
Beloved my John, so carry on
Counting my cards to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My is bright in the sun

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