Luyện nghe bài hát I Protest About Love

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

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

I saw religion had 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 you" but I think it slipped off.
In that place I heard no only a cough.
Why the bells, the smells and and what's that
No drums sounded out people to be - mourning.

I think like paper work that doesn't have to be done.
Who puts a bandage on a bandage 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 great big shepherd's crook? I wish from his he would
unhook.

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

Lyrics by Davyd

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

Lyrics by Shoshanah
Lyrics by Davyd