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

Why, not a rustler'd have anything to do
this branded bum steer world
This pirate headlong disaster course vessel
charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in smoke - blow your chest out in hope
spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's
not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly
When they could be with light and back with wings
The sky is in daytime
And still the beauty lyrics clean
ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the sky in light
And let the bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of
For she is a thing
I watched her cut clarity
The sea of red rolling water
That my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the that choked mary's only son
God in to slaughter
I can't darken your cross door no more
The light one with the nothing door
And oh that pours water