Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

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

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

And who will shoot the
That men will follow through your
When I am of memories
And all your has turned to lace
And all your armor has turned to

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

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

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

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