Luyện nghe bài hát Joseph

Joseph was a of light
He never
Standing up on dim lit
by his tears
he was not a lonesome one
His surprise
Was in unseen reservoirs
Whose were his eyes
Lila never broke in
Never got too used to
Standing up on
Her cut like a knife
But when confronted with her
she'd say
If only I'd born a bird
I'd fly all away
got a problem with right and wrong
Cause it all the time
The weakest ones are acting
So gotta die
Lulabelle was walking
a crimson sky
A cool dry wind began to
She could feel it in her
She came to get some supplies

From an cop
A box with signs
Is where she makes the
was a cameraman
A scribe
And every night he'd his hand
Just to it one more try
He had to write the lies
Just had to em right
He says if knew what I do
They'd be in the streets
got a problem with right and wrong
Cause it all the time
The weakest ones are acting
So gotta die