Luyện nghe bài hát They Tend To Die

Our Lord's enemies, found Him in Gethsemane
They God's only Son from the olive grove
And I decry, that which is tends to die

Oh my Lord, his hours of sorrow
I my hope for tomorrow

Our Lord's enemies, they mocked Him as they bowed knees
They put God's only Son in a of thorns
And I decry, which is breathing tends to die

Oh my Lord, I hope I can you
I deplore the way that bind you