Luyện nghe bài hát Roots to Branches

Words get written, words get
Old meanings in the drift of time
Lift the flickering torches, see shadows change
The of the faces cut in unmoving stone

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

True disciples that message
To color just a little their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and half believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of

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

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

In wet and windy priest holes, in vast cathedrals
High on lofty or in a temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his on
He'd better be some change artist
Suffer little children to make minds up soon

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

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

Roots to
to branches
Roots to