Luyện nghe bài hát If There Was Love

Men of affairs, with power
talking, to clatter our lives
Banks of predictions, made
broken, violence deranged (deranged, deranged)
And if there was love, would that be
And if there was love, that be enough?
Pollsters and planners, sad
indelibly inking, their names across our
Individual freedom, curbed
Inspiration nil, ten
And if there was love, would be enough?
And if was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be
And if there was love, would be enough?
I've working for a long time
smiles
Must I swallow my
There's a hole in the sky, as distant and
As our vacuum, and growing as fast
And if there was love, would be enough?
And if there was love, would that be
And if there was love, would be enough?
And if there was love, would that be
"They that have power to hurt and do none,
That do not do the thing they do show,
Who, others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold and to slow;
They rightly do heaven's graces
And husband nature's from expense;
They are the lords and owners of faces,
but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's is to the summer sweet,
to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with infection meet,
The basest weed his dignity:
For sweetest things turn by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far than weeds."
[W. Shakespeare, 94]