Luyện nghe bài hát No Pain

Across the on the other hill,
your lights from a different world.
You always found a to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;
with all the that we denied.
Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the white birds of winter fly;
and the wheel turns, and people - scattered ashes to the wind.
And there's no pain, no pain, there's no pain
A dry river in the sun . . .

Your parched face and callused hands,
Behind us lie the arid
To say too - well, it was not our way,
and in the end there wasn't to say;
the scars are now anyway
and there's no pain. . . a dry in the blazing sun . . .

And Abraham rose, took his only son, and and tinder
in his hand, and out across the desert and up into
the scrubland hills, he bound the boy to the stone,
the blade and waited for the miracle.
But the blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills,
dead, like the god never came,
your face, the day that you turned away.
There's no . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .