Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mouth

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

Yes, I know your sticks an' they
They will break these bones an'
An' all my come back to haunt me

I put my strength into
The left standing
I am hoarse wild eyes
No outstanding

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

Heard the voice of my Master me
deep in the hollow
Said that I follow Him there, yeah

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

My hands are yours, my
You can my coat as well
My eyes are yours,
An' my heart, an' my
In which He
In which He

me from hand to poor mouth
You an' me an' our Secret South, oh
I livin' me from hand to poor mouth