Luyện nghe bài hát St. Matthew

She walks around on brass rings never touch her feet
She speaks in conversations that are complete
And looking over past things she has never done
She calls herself, "St Matthew" she is on the run

She stoops to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's over it will again
the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun
She herself, "St Matthew" when she is on the run

Part of it is loneliness and how to steal
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to

She discovered new ways that she could help the dead
Sometime she must her hand to tell you what she said
Then standing in a landslide, she suddenly
A girl that's named "St Matthew", she is on the run

Part of it is loneliness and knowing how to
But most if it is from standing up, trying not to kneel

She discovered three new ways that she help the dead
she must raise her hand to tell you what she said
Then standing in a she suddenly becomes
A that's named "St Matthew", when she is on the run