Luyện nghe bài hát My Maria

My
She's a simple kind of
to mass
Sees the blood of flow

Ohh,
Ohh,

Then her told her
Baby how her brother
Streets were
And the all ran dry

Ohh,
Ohh,

God the child
Who his mother
And his all
To see the
(To see the fight)

To see the
(To see the fight)
To see the
(To see the fight)

Death,
God and
she fell
Never saw faces
'Til she got to

To see the
(To see the fight)
To see the
(To see the fight)
To see the
(To see the fight)