Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Seed

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

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

Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it's
And the brisk walking 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, of black
of thought, turning my back
Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be about it

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

---she was

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

--she away--

No, leave this habit...

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

No, leave this habit

Follow, sit, heal, lay
You never stray, familiar
You can't hide, your face is
I you by my side

No, won't this habit

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

Earth, fire, water, air
In the mind, familiar
Scratch the surface, in too deep
the hand that's feeding me

No, won't leave this

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