Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Cried Wolf

Oh the story's told been told
the sacred scriptures to the tabloids
All the fuss and fight above a whisperThe soul of gold the belly of a boy

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

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

Boy wolf
Wolf come
Wolf
Boy cried

I am the I am the stream
I am the of everything
bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of that are myself
the lamb that is himself

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

received retrieved
The tide

had its dayInnocence had its dayInnocence innocence