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 heard that You said, "Go to where your hearts once were"
Trusting we'd to find You there

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

Oh, we of faith
Oh, You of grace

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

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

We have known the passion of the cold night
We have sold ourselves to we hate
hypocrites 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 foot of God's

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

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 God's