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
island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all
I you for some kind 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 with a heart 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 follow your gem, your feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my
wasted my throes on your head

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

I'm holding my
My on your chest
What can be said of my
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, visit my bed
My fossil is in the sun

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