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

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

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

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 the windows up and driven through
The of the autumn, the innocence of snow
of Jesus in the dew

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

Oh, we of little
Oh, You of grace

We are the beggars, we are the
We are the beggars at the of God's 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 with You
Royalty with You,

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