Luyện nghe bài hát Worship At Our Temple

Mark has rattled that little in my head blowing strong shes right on sweet NZ runnning around getting our stuff together.
Single that flys 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 mange no scabe dog shes the Paeroa range.
Deer and boar 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 from the car like a vapour trail so quiet slip throught the air under a sail.
At take off there is always a saftey check who wants to break and spiral into the deck.

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