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 features of the cut in unmoving stone

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

True disciples carrying that
To just a little with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked believers
Crusades and creeds descend like flakes of snow

Bad on a prayer day
Hope no listening
down in the wet clay
Branches

Roots to
Roots to
Roots to

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

Bad mouth on a day
Hope no listening
down in the wet clay
Branches

Roots to
Roots to
to branches

Roots to
Roots to
to branches