Luyện nghe bài hát Last Supper, The

Look at all my and tribulations
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 I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire we can the gospels
So they'll still talk about us when we've

The end . . .
Is just a harder when brought about by friends
For all you care wine could be my blood
For all you this bread could be my body
The end!
is my blood you drink
This is my you eat
If you would remember me 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 name will nothing
Ten minutes I'm dead!
One of you me
One of you me

Not I! Who Impossible!

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

Cut out the dramatics! You know very who -

Why you go do it?

You me to do it!

Hurry they are

If you why I do it . . .

I care why you do it!

To think I you
For now I you

You liar - you

You me to do it!
What if I stayed here
And ruined your
you deserve it!

Hurry you fool, and go,
Save me your
I want to know - Go! Go!

Look at all my and tribulations
in a gentle pool 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 make it if I tried
when we retire we can write the gospels
So they'll all talk us when we've died

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

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

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

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

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

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