Luyện nghe bài hát I Protest About Love

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

Beautiful lovely roses now in my hand.
Towards I'm drawn 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.
the willows weep I weep and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.

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

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

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

Lyrics by Davyd

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

Lyrics by Homan
Lyrics by Homan