Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved

Are we to speak, first day of the
words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
Long island kindness and
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
they no life of their own?

So can we pretend
Before the ends?
I am a man with a heart that
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 gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm painting the hills and red
They said beware, Lord my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your

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

I'm holding my
My tongue on chest
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the kiss on my
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 history
Jesus I need you, be near me, shield me
From fossils that on my head
There's a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead