Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

And who will love songs for you
I am Lord at last
And body is the little highway shrine
That all my priests have
That all my priests have

My priests, they will put there
will kneel before the glass
But they'll wear away your window, love
They will on the grass
They will on the grass

And who will the arrow
That men will follow your grace
I am Lord of memories
And all your armor has turned to
And all your armor has to lace?

The simple life of
The twisted life of
They confuse the sunny calendar
their red and golden paint
With red and golden paint

And all of you have seen the
That God has from me
But he has me watching you
When all your minds free
When all your minds were

And who will write songs for you
When I am Lord at
And your body is the highway shrine
That all my priests have
That all my priests passed?

My priests, will put flowers there
They stand before the glass
But wear away your little window, love
will trample on the grass
They will on the grass