Luyện nghe bài hát Priests

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

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

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

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

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

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

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