Luyện nghe bài hát Radios Of Heaven

Now I rush to the finger of
I I tore my head off
I hope there's waiting for me
To make my exit

Taste and smell and
Have from pollution
As a last
I chose the solution

The first I did when I got in the gate
Was crank up the left-hand
I got there
The track star to take a while

Now I can dance like
these wings on my body
St. Peter
That it's too loud down in the

And I the voice of God
He's on the microphone
And the radio in
Can make a heathen at home

All these flying out
Play havoc with my
Every sung
Is both emotional and

There's a gorgeous
on the airwaves
I really you to hear this song one day
So you

And I the voice of God
brilliant on the microphone
And the in heaven
Can make a feel at home, at home