Luyện nghe bài hát Power And Spirit

Touch down after rugby in the softer evensong.
Steal through doors to heaven in angelic sing-along.
Tinsel echoes in the still the air in stained glass light.
Our voices chaste, un-broken, pure, take message to the fight.

I sense the power. And I the spirit move
In stately of oak and stone, vaulted above.
Beyond the nave, beside dark transepts, flicker in the quire.
First the glow in the belly, tight grip of faith to fan the fire.

In the chapel, I am in the eyes of lesser boys.
Raptures touch me, me, shape me. Brotherhood, an ode to joy.
Stiff white ruffs on cassock'd ranks hand on heart and hand on sword.
Elevated, born to service, to of the Lord.

I the path. I sense the glory road.
Position, influence, my above the earthly clod below.
Follow me to dark Master, He whose number might be His name.
Branded, burning, power unholy, have to love Him all the same...