Luyện nghe bài hát Worship At Our Temple

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

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

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