Luyện nghe bài hát Sharpest Thorn

(Costello, Toussaint)

I wore my finest suit of
The sharpest defending the rose
Hot as a
as a blade
The thorn upon parade

And the same most every year
of the dear departed are near
We raise our glasses and we
Should old acquaintance
Just as we away a tear

Archangel Michael lead the way
Gabriel is ready to play
Although we know we repent
We hit the scene and for sins
That even been invented

The strongest that guards the prize
The longest lash that your eyes
A sight no eyes are meant to
Then on the third day he

Michael will lead the way
Archangel Gabriel is to play
Although we we must repent
We hit the scene and look for
That haven't even been

So Good and Evil were a fight
It lasts much longer than any one
It may last longer than a
And turn a mistress into a

And so fills the air
My head is
My pockets are
I didn't their warning
Then I wasn't born the sharpest
I born the sharpest thorn
I wasn't the sharpest thorn
I wasn't the sharpest thorn
I born the sharpest thorn