Luyện nghe bài hát Roots to Branches

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

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

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

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

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

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

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

Roots to
to branches
Roots to

to branches
Roots to
Roots to