Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, first day of the
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
they no life of their own?

So can we pretend
Before the mystery
I am a man with a that offends
its lonely and greedy demands
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your face
Stumbling arise
Go follow gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my
I've wasted my throes on head

So can we be friends,
Before the ends?
I love you more than the can contain
In its and ramshackle head
only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my
My tongue on your
What can be of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there remains but a
Beloved my John, so I'll on
Counting my cards to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My is bright in the sun

So can we contend,
Before my history
Jesus I need you, be near me, come me
fossils that fall on my head
There's a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead