Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of Heaven

Hello God, me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304.
Visiting are over, time for our bedside tug of war.
This sleeping child between us may not make it the night.
I'm fighting back the tears as she for her life.

(Chorus)
Well, it be kind of crowded,
On the of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you her for?
Don't you know one day be your little girl forever.
But right now I her so much more.
much too young to be on her own:
Barely just seven.
So who will hold her hand she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Tell me God, do you remember the that she made,
As she out the candles on her last birthday cake?
She wants to ride a pony she'd big enough.
She wants to her Daddy when she's all grown up.

(Chorus)

Lord, don't you she's my angel
You got plenty of own
And I know you hold a for her
But she's got a home
Well I don't if you're listenin'
But praying is all left to do
So I ask you Lord mercy, you lost a son once too

And it be kind of crowded,
On the of Heaven.
So tell me: do you need her for?
Don't you one day she'll be your little girl forever.
But now I need her so much more.
Lord, I once you've made up your mind,
no use in beggin'.
So if you take her with you today, you make sure she looks both ways,
And you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.

The of Heaven.