Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved

Are we to speak, day of the week
Stumbling at the bar
blue eyes, my order of fries
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I you for some kind of poem
in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of own?

So can we sweetly
Before the mystery
I am a man with a that offends
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 arise
Go follow gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history of two baby teeth
I'm the hills blue and red
They beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your

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

I'm holding my
My tongue on your
What can be of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where 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 ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, shield me
From fossils that on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of I'm dead