Luyện nghe bài hát They Tend To Die

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

Oh my Lord, his last hours of
I implore my hope for

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

Oh my Lord, I I can find you
I deplore the way that they you