Luyện nghe bài hát Worship At Our Temple

Mark has rattled that bone in my head blowing strong shes right on sweet NZ runnning around getting our stuff together.
Single wing that with out a single feather.
Meeting a the like perfect no drugs in me but I feel like an addict.

Patches of rock that are sticking out like no scabe dog shes the beautiflly Paeroa range.
Deer and they have a home on her true her top scapes then it just cuts into the blue.
Also looks like a pushed dirt over a grave not sure if I'm fool hardy or brave.

Dust is spiralling the car like a vapour trail soon so quiet slip throught the air under a sail.
At take off there is always a check who wants to break and then spiral into the deck.

Standing I feel the glory of a thermal. We have come to worship at our temple.