Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Seed

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

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

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

Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good for him and its good enough to me
of salt, shaker of black
Killer of thought, turning my
Believe you were wrong and said they would and I'm trying 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 each other
Sweet show me the faith cursed upon me

--she walked

No, won't leave habit...

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

No, won't this habit

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

No, won't leave this

Even if we the best of each other
if I hate to see you own another
Even if we make the of each other
Even if we 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 feeding me

No, leave this habit

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