Luyện nghe bài hát Prayers As Donations

I'm of seeing you boxed up
in and army fatigue, threadbare in 20 degrees.
And I'll be walking you so lightly,
hoping that you won't me
from my retreat, from making my retreat.

A long time ago, we our cities over bones.
We cadavers into roads,
and we gave prayers, we gave them as donations
and lingered impatience
as the casket was shut on fingers.

You lost face in the elements
but God, I'm no
with the ways and the to recover this.
But I'll stick my hands in the court of
with five bucks for some AIDS orphans I've met
or for veterans.

So will you give me what I came here
Forgiveness, more.