Luyện nghe bài hát John My Beloved 5:04

Are we to speak, day of the week
words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my of fries
Long island kindness and
Beloved of John, I get it all
I read you for some of poem
in lines, the fossils I find
Have no life of their own?

So can we sweetly
Before the mystery
I am a man with a heart offends
With its and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead

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

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

I'm my breath
My on your chest
What can be said of my
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there but a mark
my John, so I'll carry on
Counting my down to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My fossil is in the sun

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