Luyện nghe bài hát The Prayer

My mountain is a hill
My a busted chair
This crown has turn to
And it's all tangled in my
This high horse I ride on
Is gonna at the knee
my castle made of sand
I cannot be the of me

the man in white
His words are red
There's power in his
And only truth in he said
There's the man in
a needle in his vein
Lyin' flat upon his
This is the prayer that he prayed

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

And this harem in my is filled
With hot metal and gold
Watch your statue turns to
All that's in the end is your soul
God save your

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

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

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

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