Luyện nghe bài hát Maker

Oh, oh, deep
Black and cold the night
I stand arms wide open
run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the

I not see
For the fog in my
I could not
For the fear in my

And from across the great
In the I saw a light
Of John
Walking to me with the

My body, my is bent
And broken by long and dangerous
I can't the fields of Abraham
And my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the

Brother John, have you
The homeless
Standing here broken wings

I seen the flaming swords
There over East of
Burning in the eyes of the
Burning in the of the Maker
in the eyes of the Maker
Oh, rise from your sleep