Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved

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

So can we sweetly
Before the ends?
I am a man with a 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 carpet
Go follow your gem, your white feathered
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm painting the blue and red
said beware, Lord hear 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 only a shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead

I'm my breath
My on your chest
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there remains but a
Beloved my John, so I'll 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 me, come shield me
From fossils fall on my head
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead