Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

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

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

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

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

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

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

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