Luyện nghe bài hát The Prayer

My mountain is a mole
My throne's a chair
crown has turn to rust
And all tangled in my hair
This high that I ride on
Is buckle at the knee
Upon my made of sand
I cannot be the of me

There's the man in
His words are red
There's power in his
And only truth in he said
There's the man in
With a needle in his
Lyin' upon his back
This is the that he once prayed

He said, "My mountain is a mole
My throne's a chair
crown has turn to rust
And all tangled in my hair
This high that I ride on
Is gonna at the knee
On my castle of sand
I be the king of me"

And this in my heart is filled
With hot and fool's gold
your statue turns to dirt
All that's in the end is your soul
God your soul

So he said, "Shout out of
With all your heart and
this cold world
May you apart
Let the whole know"

My mountain is a hill
My throne's a busted
This crown has to rust
And all tangled in my hair
This high that I ride on
Is gonna buckle at the
Upon my castle made of
I be the king of me

My mountain is a hill
My throne's a busted
This crown has turn to
And all tangled in my hair
This high horse I ride on
Is gonna buckle at the
Upon my castle of sand
I be the king of me

I'm just a man
I cannot be the of me