Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved

Are we to speak, day of the week
words at the bar
Beauty eyes, my order of fries
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
Have they no of their own?

So can we pretend
the mystery ends?
I am a man a heart that offends
With its and greedy demands
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, beautiful face
Stumbling arise
Go follow gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord my prayer
I've wasted my on your head

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

I'm holding my
My on your chest
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the on my cheek
Where there remains but a
Beloved my John, so I'll on
Counting my down to one
And I am dead, come 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
From that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of I'm dead