Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't become my
When it's all said and done
His completions won't 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 trembling

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

And I any sufferer
And I any Saul
Sitting in this room, on wooden
Waiting for Joi to

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

jealous warped intention
Smuggled, sewn genes
Every hidden mongrel
me in me

Each I put them under
But still they wanna me
I cry out the thunder
You right past me

I and I ponder
I question and
I and I thunder
let me in

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

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

Up the highest testaments
below the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, pitch black at
Beneath a hidden

Deep within you'll
The attributes of sunken man
Who must bang his against the dead
Each day he tries to

And he's pressed against
The very woman that he
eyes and lips, embracing hips
Surrendering to her

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

Each time I put under
But they wanna test me
I cry out the thunder
You storm past me

I search and I
I and wonder
I roar and I
let me in

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