Luyện nghe bài hát Salvador

Salvador, your father you
After a dead
And your mother hung the upside down
Salvador, so much of time hung

Old sleeves
The prick of guilt's thorn and worn
Sewn into our hearts in the shape of a

Up the alley I at a window
Through the I see
moving, figures swaying
Figures talking in

Paintings of
Paintings of persistence hung a jury
Searching and
Silent icons I the dust from my hands

Salvador, no one me
But I swear I what I'm doing
And you were painting
The you were breaking
But its never enough to gain their

Up the alley, the window is
The on the ground
They unravel the rope of
They will me for sure

Searching and seeking their silent
They wipe the blood from hands

Salvador, want a savior
And they crowned you
They you for answers
But the glory or fame took time
From obligations

on sleeping, dont awake from this dream
Ill comb your mustache, I'll wipe body
I'll kiss your feet they take you
Down from the