Luyện nghe bài hát Brompton Oratory

Up those steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's
its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal

The is from Luke 24
Where Christ to His loved ones
I look at the stone
Think that it's alright for

And I wish that I was made of
So that I would not to see
A impossible to define
A beauty to believe

A impossible to endure
The blood in little sips
The smell of you still on my
As I the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
And no devil the sea
Could do the job that you did,
Of bringing me to my

I sit on the stone steps
With much to do
and exhausted, baby
By the of you