Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Cried Wolf

Oh the story's told told retold
From the scriptures to the tabloids
All the fuss and none above a whisperThe soul of gold the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forestLike they bloodTied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he his head and let the arrows fly
Through the trees, the
The leaves

Boy cried wolfWolf don't comeWolf withinBoy cried
In the ancient mold they're dancing
to the moon but it don't answer
And they on their knees
and passed the bowl aroundAnd the blood the blood the sacramental

Boy wolf
don't come
Wolf
Boy cried

I am the I am the stream
I am the of everything
They bring me that are myself
Garlands of that are myself
Slain the that is himself

Torn the cries of our dismay
Are to the wind but whose to mind
are lifted up and kings are thrown

Lost received
The tide

Innocence had its dayInnocence had its innocence