Luyện nghe bài hát The Prayer

My is a mole hill
My throne's a chair
This has turn to rust
And it's all tangled in my
This high horse that I on
Is buckle at the knee
Upon my made of sand
I cannot be the of me

the man in white
His words are red
There's in his blood
And only truth in what he
There's the man in
With a in his vein
Lyin' flat upon his
is the prayer that he once prayed

He said, "My mountain is a mole
My throne's a chair
This crown has turn to
And all tangled in my hair
high horse that I ride on
Is gonna buckle at the
On my castle made of
I cannot be the of me"

And this in my heart is filled
With hot and fool's gold
Watch your statue to dirt
All that's in the end is your soul
God save soul

So he said, "Shout out of
With all your heart and
Though this cold
May tear you
Let the world know"

My is a mole hill
My throne's a busted
This crown has to rust
And all tangled in my hair
This high horse that I on
Is gonna at the knee
Upon my castle made of
I be the king of me

My is a mole hill
My throne's a busted
crown has turn to rust
And it's all tangled in my
This high that I ride on
Is buckle at the knee
Upon my made of sand
I be the king of me

I'm just a man
I be the King of me