Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

And who will write love for you
when I am at last
and your body is some little highway
that all my priests passed,
that all my priests passed?

My priests will put flowers there,
they stand before the glass,
but they'll wear away your window, love,
they will on the grass,
they trample on the grass.

And who aim the arrow
that men will follow through grace
when I am of memory
and all your armour has to lace,
and all armour has turned to lace?

The life of heroes,
and the life of saints,
they confuse the sunny calendar
their red and golden paints,
with their red and paints.

And all of you have the dance,
God has kept from me,
but he has seen me you
when all your minds were
when all your were free.

And who will love songs for you ...

My priests they will put flowers ...