Luyện nghe bài hát Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You ever hear the of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony someday fall
been 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 kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell her I love her, but does it really matter?
I can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

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

I used to you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again time, yeah

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

Leaves me
Like a crown of
all who you know
So don't burn your bridges,
'Cause someday,

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

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