Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

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

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

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

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

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

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

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