Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, day of the week
words at the bar
Beauty eyes, my order of fries
Long kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I
Have they no life of their

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

a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet
Go follow your gem, your white feathered
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm the hills blue and red
said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've my throes on your head

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

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

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