Luyện nghe bài hát Last Supper, The

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

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

The end . . .
Is a little 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!
is my blood you drink
This is my you eat
If you would me when you eat and drink . . .
I must be mad I'll be remembered - yes
I be out of my head!
Look at your blank faces! My name 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 deny me - and that's not all I see
One of you here dining, one of my twelve
Will leave to me -

Cut out the dramatics! You know very who -

Why you go do it?

You me to do it!

Hurry are waiting

If you why I do it . . .

I don't why you do it!

To think I you
For now I you

You liar - you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look at all my and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of
What's that in the it's gone to my head
this evening is this morning life is fine

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

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