Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be Saved

Lose your keys under the house, the button from your blouse,
Lose the plastic ring from the parade-
Lose the color in your lips, the swingin' in your hips,
But if you lose me in grips I must be saved,

Lose the we learned, lose the taste of bread you earned,
Lose the stash you kept but never craved-
Lose your rhythm, lose your lines, lose your sense of time,
But if you lose me in your I must be saved,

And if you find your conscience plagued by some or righteous rage.
Then lose yourself till you remember to forget.

Lose your passion and hope, lose the knotting in your rope,
Lose your in the struggles that you brave-
Lose, the children that you bore, the battle, lose the war,
But if you lose me in core I must be saved,

Lose reverence for winners, your patience with forgiveness,
You don't have to be a or a slave-
your senses, lose your mind, lose your faith in human kind,
But if you lose me the line I must be saved,

And if you find conscience plagued by some misplaced or righteous rage
lose-yourself instead till you remember to forget.

Lose perfection for a start, lose the you kept apart,
the chance to find another who'd behave,
And then if you haven't yet, 'lose loser's last regret
For if you lose me in net I must be saved

Lose the we never spoke, lose the punch-line to the joke,
Lose your innocence as if you gave-
the kettle on the pot, you can lose the best you've got
But if you lose me in heart. I must be saved