Luyện nghe bài hát Labor Of Love

It was not a night
was blood on the ground
You could hear a cry
In the that night
On the streets of David's

And the was not clean
And the cobblestones cold
And Mary full of grace
tears upon her face
Had no hand to hold

It was a of pain
It was a cold sky
But for the on the ground in the dark
With beat of her beautiful heart
It was a of love

Noble by her side
Callused hands and weary
No midwives to be
On the streets of David's
In the middle of the

So he her and he prayed
of moonlight on his face
But the in her womb
He was the of the moon
He was the author of the
That could make the mountains

It was a labor of
It was a sky above
But for the girl on the in the dark
With every of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of

For little full of grace
With tears on her
It was a labor of

It was not a silent
On the streets of David's