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 door he the bar, then a space appears
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts
He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's
A million eyes in public stalk, the up to confess
Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles 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 wooden heart, eyes 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 Queen appears
The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart 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 grows dim, the bell is rung
A at closing time, our lady holds her son
The faithful come to celebrate the vision saw
A rail now stands around the where Thomas kissed the floor