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 lust's
We have heard that You said, "Go to your hearts once were"
Trusting we'd to find You there

We known the empty senses of a funeral
We are haunted by the of death
We asked to see Your face and noticed nothing
But a timed honest smile from a friend

Oh, we of faith
Oh, You of grace

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

We have grown to the kisses of our lovers
We have rolled the windows up and driven
The forests of the autumn, the of snow
of Jesus 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 cheated on a jealous mate

Oh, we of faith
Oh, You of stubborn

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

We've known, known
We've known the of loving in a dying world
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 foot of God's