Luyện nghe bài hát Love And Hard Times

God and His Son
Paid a courtesy on Earth, one Sunday morning
Orange opened their fragrant lips
Songbirds sang from the of Cottonwoods
Old folks for His love in these hard times

"Well, we gotta get going", said the Lord to the Son
"There are galaxies yet to be born, creation is never
Anyway, people are slobs here
If we stay bound to be a mob scene
But disappear and it's and hard times" Um

I her the first time I saw her
I that's an old songwriting clich
Loved you the first I saw you
Can't describe it any way, any other way

The light of her beauty, it was as a summer day
of antelope rolled by
No hint of to come in the prairie sky
But love, love, love, love, love

When the rains came, the burned
Windows rattled, turned
It's to be generous when you're on roll
It's hard to be grateful when out of control
And is gone

The at the edge of the curtain is the quiet dawn
The bedroom breathes in and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can't
But then your hand takes

Thank God, I found you in
God, I found you
Thank God, I you