Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm 151

She
If you need to find a door inside of head
That leads to somewhere else I'll it to you
She told us all Psalm 151
And what after "Hallelujah"

She
I'll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye
But sleeping on the floor
Don't to my bed
It's too for you to see me
my wings spread

But I've seen her wet moonlight
in the street
Feathers at her
And I saw the small harp
she never plays
for the day
That it all comes falling

And words me now

Skipped
We'll in Kansas city till the wound heals
The government went bad, we got a raw
A transangelic on four wheels

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