Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Seed

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

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

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

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

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

was weak---

Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each
Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed me

--she away--

No, leave this habit...

Earth, fire, air
In the open eye,
You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing
Seek me in candlelight
the cobwebs in my mind

No, won't leave this

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

No, won't leave habit

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

Earth, fire, water, air
In the mind, familiar
Scratch the surface, you're in too
Bite the hand feeding me

No, won't this habit

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