Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting Thomas his car in his Sunday best
his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette
Pilgrim's progress, no end
Which way
Through the door he the bar, then a space appears
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the it starts here
He sees it in the barmaid's face, a smile's caress
A eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess
causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers in tongues
Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in of blue
Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes across the room
Empty heads and stomachs full, the overflow
Drinks are raised and voices praise good of long ago
He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen
The Prince King needs a touch, his sacred heart knows no fear
Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't his tears
On his knees, held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years
The clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A miracle at closing time, our holds her son
The faithful come to the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot Thomas kissed the floor