Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of Heaven

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

(Chorus)
Well, it must be 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.
She's too young to be on her own:
Barely turned seven.
So who will hold her hand when she the streets of Heaven?

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

(Chorus)

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

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

The of Heaven.