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, trickled through my head, like water down a stream of how love evaded me, evaded me.
Where the willows 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 hope yet now its a single strand.
Yes love she has gone she's left like a leaf floating down this quiet stream, down this quiet stream.
Where the willows weep I and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.

I saw religion had tied from his shaven head to his toes.
Then I heard and he spoke saying his life was about to go.
Then I heard someone "JOY be upon you" but I think it slipped off.
In that place I 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 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 wearing like a dress?
You know the one that thinks he has to bless.
Why's he carrying that great big shepherd's crook? I wish his sheep he would
unhook.

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

Lyrics by Homan

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

Lyrics by Shoshanah
by Davyd Homan