Luyện nghe bài hát Worship At Our Temple

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

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

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

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