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 hearts once were"
Trusting arrive to find You there

We known the empty senses of a funeral
We are haunted by the promises of
We have asked to see Your face and noticed
But a well timed honest from a friend

Oh, we of little
Oh, You of grace

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

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

We have known the heated passion of the night
We sold ourselves to everything we hate
We're hypocrites and politicians running 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 foot of door

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

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