Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mouth

Is anything as lovely to me as the truth in
take it over freedom any day
It brings me ever an' time to my knees
An on my knees I run

Yes, I know your sticks an' stones
They will easily break bones an'
An' all my words come to haunt me

I put my strength into
The things standing
I am hoarse with wild
No debts

My are yours, my brother
You can take my as well
My are yours, sister
An my heart, an my
In He dwells

Heard the of my Master callin' me
deep in the hollow
Said that I must follow Him there,

Is any darker for me
With all them wolves
Well, it's a poor mouth I wear

My hands are yours, my
You can take my as well
My are yours, sister
An' my heart, an' my
In He dwells
In He dwells

me from hand to poor mouth
You an' me an' our South, oh Lord
I said me from hand to poor mouth