Luyện nghe bài hát I Protest About Love

Under the balcony I her my song.
Next to the moonlit stream I strummed as she along.
Yes, thought trickled through my head, like water a stream of how love evaded me, evaded me.
Where the willows weep I weep, and like a sheep my heart for love,
love, love, love.

Beautiful lovely roses now in my hand.
Towards love I'm by hope yet now its just a single strand.
Yes love she has surely gone she's left like a leaf floating down this quiet stream, down this stream.
Where the weep I weep and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.

I saw religion had tied freedom from his shaven to his toes.
Then I heard freedom and he spoke saying his life was to go.
Then I someone shout "JOY be upon you" but I think it slipped off.
In place I heard no laughter only a cough.
Why the bells, the smells and and what's thing?
No sounded out people seemed to be - mourning.

I think religion's like paper work that doesn't to be done.
Who puts a bandage on a when there's no cut on the thumb.
Why give glory to the poor man wearing something a dress?
You know the one that thinks he has to bless.
Why's he carrying that big shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he would
unhook.

I think Pentecostals broke out G-d by breaking free from their chains.
In flowed the spirit but so out leaked fluid mixed with their brains.
Yet they're surely riding on the of G-d's giant moving wave.
Believing that he wants to wants to heal, to save.
People let's throw away that's like a yolk.
Strapped our neck and then be FREE.

by Davyd Homan

Will they deceive us
Or will they just please us
Will we them today?
Oh we receive them today?
Hey hey.

by Shoshanah Homan
Lyrics by Homan