Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved

Are we to speak, day of the week
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my of fries
island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all
I read you for some of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I
they no life of their own?

So can we sweetly
the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart offends
With its lonely and demands
only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful
Stumbling arise
Go follow your gem, your feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If speaks of two baby teeth
I'm painting the hills and red
said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your

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

I'm my breath
My tongue on your
What can be of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there but a mark
Beloved my John, so 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 near me, come me
fossils that fall on my head
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead