Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You ever the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who a pony must someday fall
I've talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say prayers
I wanna tell her I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda
It's the kind that on
It's some that leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my love
the kind that moves on
It's the that leaves me alone

I to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man money, so I'm turnin over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is again doin' time, yeah

This is my love
It's the kind moves on
It's the that leaves me alone
Now is my kinda love
It's the kind moves on
It's the that, it's the kind that

Leaves me
Like a of thorns
It's all who you
So burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday,

So I'm
is my kinda love
It's the kind moves on
It's the kind leaves you alone, yeah
is my kinda love
It's the kind that on
It's the that, kind that leaves me alone

Like a of thorns
It's all who you
Come on, on, come on
Don't your bridges, woman