Luyện nghe bài hát My Carol

Ive come to my Carol
Ive in the mud
Dirty sheets outside broken
Lies that poor folks tell rich ones

Louder still is the sound of
Is the of love

she falls in the leaves in Rome
I know the of her song
The blood of priests run in her
She her fists when taunted so

Stronger is light of her soul
Is the of her soul

And Ive come to her now
My follow
Her black in my face
My arms her waist

My love for her is a bird
leading in the snow

Slink back the falling steps
Black and crooked sticks
victims of modern sin
Walk the dark ring and then

Daylight brings the of joy
The of joy

Ive to help her now
My follow
Her black in my face
My arms her waist

Ive to fetch my Carol
Ive in the mud
Dirty sheets outside windows
Lies that poor folks never tell rich

Louder still is the sound of
Is the sound of