Luyện nghe bài hát Priests (LP Version)

And who will love 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 there
They will kneel before the
But they'll away your little window, love
They will on the grass
They trample on the grass

And who will shoot the
That men will follow through your
When I am Lord of
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 calendar
their red and golden paint
With their red and paint

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

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

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