Luyện nghe bài hát Something Beautiful (London Sessions)

I make something beautiful for You and from You
To You, to show You I adore You, oh, You
And Your towards me which I see and I see
All You push through, mad for You and of You

I thank You in ten thousand years
If I cried ten rivers of tears
Ah, but You know the and You know what makes it gold
You who give life through
Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood,

Oh, I make something so lovely for You
'Cause I that's what I'd do for You
With the Bible I stole, I You forgave my soul
Because such was my need on a chronic Eve
And I think we're agreed that it have been free
And You to me

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

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

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