Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a
progress, no journey's end
Which way
Through the he scans the bar, then a space appears
His is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here
He sees it in the face, a winning 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 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 praise good deeds 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 held in prayer, a lapsed for years
The altar clears, the light dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A at closing time, our lady holds her son
The faithful come to celebrate the Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the where Thomas kissed the floor