Luyện nghe bài hát The Host The Ghost The Most Holy - O

Why, not even a rustler'd have to do
With this bum steer world
This flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this numbskull hull
Sink in smoke - blow your chest out in hope
Sits on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be but dive and sink
Your pockets filled earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back wings
The sky is in daytime
And still the blackbird's lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable
And brush the sky in light
And let the moon crack and ring
the mast of mercy
For she is a thing
I watched her cut clarity
The sea of red rolling water
stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that mary's only son
God in to slaughter
I can't darken your cross door no more
The light lovely one the nothing door
And oh that pours water