Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, first day of the
Stumbling at the bar
blue eyes, my order of fries
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 ends?
I am a man a heart that offends
With its lonely and demands
There's a shadow of me in a manner 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 painting the blue and red
They said beware, 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 a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

I'm my breath
My tongue on your
can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there but a mark
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my down to one
And when I am dead, visit my bed
My is bright in the sun

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