Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Seed

Hill up the road, thoughts never adding the way I want them
Sweet Jesus show me the Indian paintbrush
was

Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was enough for him and good enough to me

Or after all, I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling
And the walking heartbeat won't tire me, it keeps me strong
was

Cursed upon me, a seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me
Pillar of salt, shaker of
Killer of thought, turning my
Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be about it

I like the rain, I like against the grain
to me I'm cutting out a simple pattern

---she was

Hill up the road, my thoughts chase each other
Sweet Jesus show me the faith upon me

--she away--

No, won't leave habit...

Earth, fire, air
In the eye, familiar
You are my sacred pet, eases all my time
with me in candlelight
Dust the cobwebs in my

No, won't this habit

Follow, sit, heal, lay
You will never stray,
You hide, your face is blind
I call you by my

No, leave this habit

Even if we take the best of each
Even if I hate to see you own
Even if we make the worst of other
if we play a game with one another
It's

Earth, fire, water, air
In the mind, familiar
the surface, you're in too deep
Bite the hand that's me

No, won't leave habit

Even if we the best of each other
if I hate to see you own another
Even if we make the worst of other
Even if we play a game with one
familiar