Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

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

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

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

The life of heroes
The twisted of saints
just confuse the sunny calendar
With their red and golden
With their red and golden

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

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

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