Luyện nghe bài hát Roots to Branches

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

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

True disciples that message
To color just a little with their personal
fancy weavers and naked half believers
Crusades and creeds descend like flakes of snow

Bad on a prayer day
Hope no listening
Roots in the wet clay
glistening

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

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

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

Roots to
Roots to
to branches

Roots to
to branches
Roots to