Luyện nghe bài hát Saints

Their was a jeweler she polished everyday
With acts of kindness as she went along her way
She was No picture for wall
Some times saints don't like saints at all
He raised her children by him
And they were left
He fed their wounded hearts with love they had their own
He so insignificant and small
Sometimes Saints don't like saints at all

Saints aren't always simply faces
Angels can be found places
They're not that to recognize
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their

He drinks too much and swears more then he some people say
But they don't count the precious hours of he gives away
To help the weak and humble when fall
Sometimes Saints don't look saints at all

aren't always blessed simply faces
Angels can be unexpected places
not that hard to recognize
You can tell them by the little bits of in their eye
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Sometimes Saints look like saints at all
Saints aren't always simply faces
can be found unexpected places
They're not hard to recognize
You can tell them by the bits of heaven in their eyes
She her early life and all she might have known
To her Aging mother from the fear of being alone
How she sits alone herself while fall
Sometimes don't look like saints at all
Sometimes saints don't look like at all