Luyện nghe bài hát Something Beautiful (London Sessions)

I wanna make something beautiful for You and You
To show You, to You I adore You, oh, You
And journey towards me which I see and I see
All You through, mad for You and because of You

I couldn't You in ten thousand years
If I ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but You know the soul and You what makes it gold
You who life through blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood,

Oh, I wanna make something so for You
'Cause I promised that's I'd do for You
With the Bible I stole, I know You my soul
such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we're agreed that it should been free
And You to me

They dress the wounds of My people as though they're nothing
Saying, peace, peace there's no peace
dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing
Saying, peace when no peace

Days without number, without number
Now can a forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments?
Yet my people Me
Days without number, days without

And in their want, oh, in their want and in want
Who'll their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds?