Luyện nghe bài hát Down From Above

(Mike)
Your mother made you cry she told you about the womb
And how die
Watching over you you were young
Smiling when you learned to
You don't her at all

(All)
It's a dirty job, but they're suave
Jesus on wine weeping turpentine

(Mike)
voice like an intercom connected to a hidden room
Where yellow roses
A sacred mountain near where clouds paint a picture so calm
That swallowed Mom

(All)
It's a job but they're very suave
Jesus high on wine, turpentine
(Mike)
are they doing in there?
Have got guns?
Make you run up and down the same
And they'll break your

(Mike)
Was it Christmas or Day when your friends turned to shadows
And they you away
Tell nobody that you've been here, breathe a word that's been said
(whispered) (Now a scar)
upon forehead

(All)
a dirty job but they're very suave
Jesus high on wine, turpentine
(Mike)
are they doing in there?
Have got guns?
Whether Mount
Or the threat of God's
always be something that's raining

Down above.
from above.
Down above.
Down above...

the Liner:
(Mike-accoustic guitar, lead vocal; Murray-bass, Jean-drums, windchimes, vocal; David-electric guitars, vocal)