Luyện nghe bài hát King James Version

He was trapped in a haircut he no believed in
She said, "I'm a teacher here, I the children"
And he to himself there and then
All the things he could learn her
A great mighty

of the names you once called me in anger
Remember the in Florence Ballard's eyes
all the melancholy you could find
In the arms of a
Bread, of Heaven

Seems like nothing goes
In the world that we born in
But the is bright
Yonder the morning

Upstairs they're buying a to Heaven
in the garden, they're changing sticks into snakes
And the jangle of religious medals
Put the fear of God an angel
Come, all ye faithful

Their baby came to them, an unmarried mother
They wished that she would turn into a of salt
But in the end compassion has to be the greatest value
of the helpless

Looks like a drift to the
For the world we born in
But the is bright
Yonder the morning