Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I become my father
When it's all been said and
His won't complete me
I've me by one

I'm the to his riddle
I'm the caution of his
I'm the spoon wedged tongue and teeth
Beneath his grin

And I dare add my
For I not suffer twice
And I not reinvent the past
And I not be the Christ

And I welcome any
And I any Saul
Sitting in this room, on bench
for Joi to call

And I suffer here alone,
Perturbed by my every
How I've tried to strip them to the
struggled and I've fought

Every jealous intention
Smuggled, into genes
Every mongrel tendency
me in me

Each I put them under
But they wanna test me
I cry out the thunder
You storm right me

I search and I
I and wonder
I and I thunder
let me in

I've been here
For what now the better of an hour
I've every crippled question
From the dead and given

To the absence of my
The of a fear
That lies in between dreams
pile up every year

Up above the testaments
below the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, black at noon
Beneath a door

Deep you'll find
The of every sunken man
Who must bang his head the dead
Each day he to stand

And he's standing pressed
The very that he loves
Kissing and lips, embracing hips
Surrendering to her

And just at the very
That he touches to heart
She pulls his touch
'Cause it's too much to mend what's torn

Each I put them under
But still wanna test me
I cry out through the
You storm past me

I and I ponder
I question and
I roar and I
let me in

It's so hard to be the man I be
If hatred and no longer appeared
I swear I've the skin of a drum
The of a man, divided I stand