Luyện nghe bài hát I Protest About Love

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

Beautiful lovely now withered 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 quiet stream, down this quiet stream.
Where the willows weep I weep and a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.

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

I think like paper work that 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 wearing like a dress?
You know the one that he has power to bless.
Why's he carrying that great big shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he
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 with brains.
Yet they're surely riding on the of G-d's giant moving wave.
Believing that he wants to speak to heal, to save.
let's throw away religion that's like a yolk.
Strapped our neck and then be FREE.

Lyrics by Homan

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

Lyrics by Shoshanah
Lyrics by Homan