Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Shirley

Poor
She must her tears
For nobody to see them
Surely it will break her
Time passes as she for a friend

We'll take all the doubtful in the fight
And make them hold off the spring
hold of their hallowed souls
And save from pain, yea yea
All of the
Save ourselves from all of the

held are the friends
Left in the years and in the war
held are the loves
Save for the ones you lose on own

We'll all the doubtful ones in the fight
And make them off till the spring
Take hold of their souls
And them from pain, yea yea
All of the
ourselves from all of the pain
Yes, we will

Stars We'll up the lonely nights, harbor lights
Making us in the love
So by the hope of the harmony
Leaving the sorrow

Poor
She must her tears
For nobody to see them
Surely she win a heart
Time as she waits for the wind

We'll take all the doubtful in the fight
And them hold off till the spring
Take hold of hallowed souls
And them from pain, yea yea
All of the
Save from all of the pain
Yes we will save ourselves all of the pain
Yes we will ourselves from all of the pain

ourselves from all of the pain
Yes we will
Save from all of the pain
Yes we save ourselves
From the and the sorrows
Yes we will save
From the and of the sorrows
ourselves
Save

Save from all of the pain
Save ourselves all of the pain
Save from all of the pain