Luyện nghe bài hát Last Supper, The

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

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

The end . . .
Is just a little harder when about by friends
For all you care this could be my blood
For all you care bread could be my body
The end!
This is my you drink
This is my you eat
If you remember me when you eat and drink . . .
I must be mad thinking be remembered - yes
I be out of my head!
Look at your blank faces! My name will mean
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 dining, one of my twelve chosen
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 I admired you
For now I you

You liar - you

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

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

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

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

You sad pathetic man - see where you've 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, like a animal
A jaded
A mandarin
Like a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, mandarin

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

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

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

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

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