Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

And who write love songs for you
when I am lord at
and body is some little highway shrine
all my priests have passed,
that all my priests passed?

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

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

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

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

And who will love songs for you ...

My they will put flowers there ...