Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday
Taps his wallet, tie, lights a cigarette
progress, no journey's end
Which way
Through the he scans 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 million eyes in stalk, the queue up to confess
causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the song, the dreamers talk in tongues
swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue
Elvis has a heart, eyes dart across the room
Empty heads and stomachs full, the overflow
Drinks are raised and voices good deeds of long ago
He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen
The Prince King needs a tender touch, his heart knows no fear
Upon a on optic shrine, he can't control his tears
On his knees, hands held in prayer, a lapsed for years
The clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A miracle at closing time, our lady her son
The faithful come to the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas the floor