Luyện nghe bài hát Last Supper, The

Look at all my and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle of wine
disturb me now I can see the answers
Till evening is this morning life is fine

Always that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I make it if I tried
Then when we retire we can the gospels
So they'll still talk us when we've died

The end . . .
Is just a harder when brought about by friends
For all you care this wine could be my
For all you care this bread could be my
The end!
This is my you drink
is my body you eat
If you remember me when you eat and drink . . .
I be mad thinking I'll be remembered - yes
I be out of my head!
Look at your blank faces! My will mean nothing
Ten after I'm dead!
One of you me
One of you me

Not I! Who Impossible!

Peter will me in just a few hours
Three times will deny me - and not all I see
One of you here dining, one of my twelve
Will to betray me -

Cut out the dramatics! You know well who -

Why you go do it?

You me to do it!

Hurry they are

If you why I do it . . .

I don't why you do it!

To I admired you
For now I you

You - you Judas

You me to do it!
if I just stayed here
And ruined ambition?
you deserve it!

Hurry you fool, and go,
Save me speeches
I don't want to - Go! Go!

Look at all my trials and
Sinking in a gentle of wine
that in the bread it's gone to my head
Till morning is this evening life is fine

Always hoped I'd be an apostle
that I would make it if I tried
Then we retire we can write the gospels
So they'll all about us when we've died

You sad man - see where you've brought us to
Our ideals die us and all because of you
But the cut of all -
Someone has to you in
a common criminal, like a wounded animal
A mandarin
A mandarin
a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin

Get out! waiting! Get out! They're waiting!
Oh! waiting for you!

Everytime I look at you I don't
Why you let the you did get so out of hand
have managed better if you'd had it planned -
Ah --- ah

Look at all my trials and
Sinking in a gentle of wine
What's in the bread it's gone to my head
Till this evening is morning life is fine

Always that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would it if I tried If I tried
when we retire we can write the gospels
So they'll still talk about us we've died

Will no-one stay awake me?
Peter? James?
Will none of you with me?
John? James?