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 evaded me, evaded 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 drawn by hope yet now its a single strand.
Yes she has surely gone she's left like a leaf floating down this 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 had tied freedom from his shaven head to his toes.
Then I heard and he spoke saying his life was about to go.
Then I heard shout "JOY be upon you" but I think it slipped off.
In place I heard no laughter only 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 work that doesn't have to be done.
Who puts a bandage on a bandage when no cut on the thumb.
Why give glory to the poor man something like a dress?
You know the one that thinks he has to bless.
he carrying that great big shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he would
unhook.

I think Pentecostals broke out with G-d by breaking free from chains.
In flowed the spirit but so sadly out fluid mixed with their brains.
Yet they're surely riding on the of G-d's giant moving wave.
that he wants to speak 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 deceive us today?
Or will they just please us
Will we believe them
Oh will we receive them
Hey hey.

by Shoshanah Homan
Lyrics by Homan