Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved (iPhone Demo)

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

So can we sweetly
Before the ends?
I am a man with a heart that
With its lonely and greedy
There's a shadow of me
In a manner of I'm dead

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

So can we be friends
the mystery ends?
I love you more than the can contain
In its ramshackle head
There's only a of me
In a of speaking I'm dead

I'm my breath
My signature
can be said of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there but a mark
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my cards to one
And when I am dead, to the bed
My is bright in the sun