Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, tie, lights a cigarette
progress, no journey's end
Which way
Through the door he scans the bar, then a appears
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it here
He sees it in the barmaid's face, a smile's caress
A eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess
Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the song, the dreamers talk in tongues
Haloes swarm, the air is thin, smoke in tights of blue
Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the
Empty heads and full, the ashtrays overflow
are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago
He drains his glass and a sign, the Virgin Queen appears
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 practice for years
The altar clears, the light grows dim, the bell is rung
A miracle at closing time, our lady her son
The faithful to celebrate the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot where kissed the floor