Luyện nghe bài hát I Protest About Love

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

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

I saw religion had freedom from his shaven head to his toes.
Then I freedom and he spoke saying his life was about to go.
Then I someone shout "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 that thing?
No sounded out people seemed to be - mourning.

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

I think broke 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 of G-d's giant moving wave.
Believing that he to speak wants to heal, to save.
People throw away religion that's like a yolk.
Strapped our neck and then be FREE.

Lyrics by Davyd

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

by Shoshanah Homan
Lyrics by Homan