Luyện nghe bài hát We Are The Beggars At The Foot Of God's Door

We are gathered in on a Sunday
We are shrouded in our pride and despair
We have heard that You said, "Go to where your once were"
Trusting we'd arrive to You there

We known the empty senses of a funeral
We are by the promises of death
We have to see Your face and noticed nothing
But a well timed honest from a friend

Oh, we of little
Oh, You of stubborn

We are the beggars, we are the
We are the beggars at the foot of door

We have grown cold to the kisses of our
We have rolled the windows up and through
The forests of the autumn, the innocence of
Metaphor of in the dew

We have known the heated passion of the cold
We have ourselves to everything we hate
We're and politicians running from a fight
We've on a very jealous mate

Oh, we of little
Oh, You of stubborn

We are the beggars, we are the
We are the beggars at the of God's door

We've known, we've
We've known the pain of loving in a dying
And our lies have us angry at the truth
But Cinderella's fits us perfectly
And somehow made royalty with You
with You, royalty

We are the beggars, we are the
We are the beggars at the foot of door
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the beggars at the of God's door