Luyện nghe bài hát Mourn

Hotel of doom
I can't a clue
broken hearted woe

Sheets and pillows
My telephone seems
I'm calling
no reply

Be my
Be my
Be my

Stole my but not my heart
I my second home
Adopted son doth
Adopted son doth

Sermon in praise
In a sacred space
Pit no sorrow against your own

Seven in vain
The last three spent
I crucified
As stricken blind

Be my
Be my
Be my

my sight but not my heart
Missing the state home
My blood cold, I mourn

Stole my sight but not my
I my second home
son doth mourn
Mourn, yeah,

Be my
Be my
Be my

Stole my but not my heart
Missing the state home
My runs cold, I mourn

Stole my sight but not my
I my second home
son doth mourn