Luyện nghe bài hát More Than Melody

Hey Mr. Love, I've been singing and
a hole in my heart only a man can fill
But he's had a blistered love and we're a bed
But he's not in a state to be left in my hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my

Hey love, it up
'Cuz I'm getting
And I want love, it up
poetry and prose and words are not enough
'Cuz more than melody to me, I think

So come and I'm nervously clad
In these not my own and these hands where they don't belong
And I'm all but a victim in my prison
I should run for my gun but I'm instead in your hands
In your hands, in hands, in your hands

And you say hey love, it up
'Cuz I'm getting
And I love, give it up
This poetry and prose and are not enough
'Cuz more than melody to me, I think

And holding out our before us
All the world will and whore us
My heart, oh Lord, is in hands

In your hands, in my
In your in my hands
In my hands, in hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my
Ooh,

Hey Mr. Love, I'm too to sing
But he is more than to me