Luyện nghe bài hát Priests (LP Version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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