Luyện nghe bài hát Magdalena

Please don't tell me I make it
It aint do me any good
And please don't offer me your method
I'm fixin' to this out of wood

From to Magdalena
are 60 miles of sacred road
And the promise is to those who venture
San Francisco will your load

In the of old Sonora
A river valley cries
The summer left her without
It's mirrored in her eyes

sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandalas that might
Be delivered from the depths of
And born by candlelight
And born again my

on my feet
Wooden
I felt them in my as I ran

A bullet in the
A light
San do you understand

Tell them that made the journey
And them that my heart is true
Not like his blessing or
Before the angels it through

And I know that I am clean now
And I will dance and the will play
In the old out to
Cause we'll runneth over the clay

And if I should to temptation
When I return to evil
From to Magdalena
As a two beggar I will go
I know I can be forgiven, the broken heart of Mexico