Luyện nghe bài hát Tombstone

It's impatience that's holding the clocks
It's a life of and documents
The soul searchers and deal
If looking for repentance
hand you down a sentence

Far in Pittsburgh or Paris
Love's for sale and so reasonably
The answers few and far
just bedsheets my friend
They're blowing in the

Tombstone,
I know your face one day meet you
Down at that place
The hard wisdom
Of the is all for hire
And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on

Tombstone,

There's a pump lives on air
And I can it from the market place
Wailing in the crowd
Someone went the line
Where our paths combine

The parishioners pour the square
Thinking but for His grace go I
But among the deafened ears(?)
The neediest of sinners will forget it dinner

Tombstone, etc..

Are you the
Or will you set me
How many
In one