Luyện nghe bài hát King James Version

He was trapped in a haircut he no longer in
She said, "I'm a teacher here, I the children"
And he to himself there and then
All the things he could learn her
A mighty wonder

of the names you once called me in anger
Remember the in Florence Ballard's eyes
Imagine all the melancholy you could
In the of a stranger
Bread, bread of

like nothing goes right
In the world we were born in
But the is bright
comes the morning

Upstairs they're buying a to Heaven
Down in the garden, they're changing sticks into
And the jangle of religious would
Put the fear of God an angel
Come, all ye faithful

Their baby came home to them, an mother
wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt
But in the end compassion has to be the family value
of the helpless

Looks like a to the right
For the world we born in
But the is bright
Yonder comes the