Luyện nghe bài hát Roots to Branches

Words get written, get twisted
Old meanings move in the of time
Lift the flickering torches, see shadows change
The features of the faces cut in unmoving

Bad on a prayer day
no one's listening
Roots in the wet clay
Branches

True disciples carrying message
To color just a with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half
Crusades and creeds descend fiery flakes of snow

Bad on a prayer day
Hope no one's
Roots in the wet clay
Branches

to branches
Roots to
to branches

In wet and windy holes, grand in vast cathedrals
High on minarets or in a temples of doom
I the old man's got his face on
He'd be some quick change artist
Suffer little children to their minds up soon

Bad on a prayer day
no one's listening
Roots down in the wet
Branches

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

to branches
Roots to
Roots to