Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved (iPhone Demo)

Are we to speak, first day of the
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty eyes, my order of fries
Long island kindness and
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of stone
Covered in lines, the fossils I
Have they no life of their

So can we sweetly
Before the mystery
I am a man a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy
There's only a of me
In a manner of speaking I'm

Such a waste, your beautiful
Slumbering carpet
But you and your ring, your string
Come to me now as a
If history speaks, the on my cheek
I'm painting the hills and red
They said beware, Lord hear my
Anointing my love on head

So can we be sweetly
Before the ends?
I you more than the world can contain
In its loneliest ramshackle
There's only a of me
In a of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my
My signature
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 cards to one
And I am dead, return to the bed
My is bright in the sun