Luyện nghe bài hát My Death

My waits like an old roue'
So confident, go his way
Whistle to him and the time

My death waits a Bible truth
At the of my youth
Are we proud for that and the passing

My death waits a witch at night
As surely as our is right
Let's not think the passing time

But whatever behind the door
is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't
For in front of that there is you

My death waits a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an mind
him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your
Your fingers will close my eyes
Let's think of that and the time

My death to allow my friends
A few good times it ends
So think of that and the passing time

For whatever behind the door
There is much to do
Angel or devil, I care
For in of that door there is you

My death waits there the leaves
In magician's sleeves
and dogs and the passing time

My death waits there the flowers
Where the shadows, blackest shadows cowers
pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there in a bed
Sails of and my head
So pull up sheets against the passing time

But whatever lies behind the
There is nothing to do
Angel or devil, I care
For in front of that door is, Thank You