Luyện nghe bài hát No Pain

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

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

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