Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting Thomas parks his car in his best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a
Pilgrim's progress, no end
way Michael?
Through the door he scans the bar, then a space
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it here
He sees it in the face, a winning smile's caress
A million in public stalk, the queue up to confess
Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old fought and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the song, the dreamers talk in tongues
Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of
Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes across the room
Empty heads and full, the ashtrays overflow
Drinks are raised and voices praise deeds of long ago
He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Queen appears
The Prince King a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear
a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears
On his knees, hands 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 come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot where kissed the floor