Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm 151

She
If you need to find a door of your head
That leads to somewhere I'll show it to you
She us all about Psalm 151
And what comes "Hallelujah"

She
I'll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye
But sleeping on the floor
come to my bed
It's too for you to see me
my wings spread

But I've seen her wet with
in the street
Feathers at her
And I saw the small hanging
That she plays
for the day
That it all comes down

And fail me now

Skipped
We'll stay in Kansas till the wound heals
The went bad, we got a raw deal
A transangelic exodus on four

But I've seen the broken
she never wears
Hanging by the
Angel, be your guardian if you'll be mine
Authorities are trailing right
I'm not afraid, we the Psalms at night
Clear through Nebraska with one headlight