Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting Thomas his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, tie, lights a cigarette
progress, no journey's end
Which way
the door he scans the bar, then a space appears
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts
He it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress
A million eyes in public stalk, the up to confess
Lost causes, loves, 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 in tights of blue
Elvis has a heart, eyes dart across the room
heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow
Drinks are raised and voices praise good of long ago
He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin appears
The King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear
Upon a cloud on shrine, he can't control his tears
On his knees, hands in prayer, a practice lapsed for years
The altar clears, the grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A at closing time, our lady holds her son
The faithful come to celebrate the vision saw
A now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor