Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, day of the week
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty eyes, my order of fries
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
they no life 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 shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful
carpet arise
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 wasted my throes on head

So can we be friends,
Before the ends?
I love you more than the 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 chest
can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the on my cheek
Where remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll on
my cards down to one
And when I am dead, visit my bed
My is bright in the sun

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