Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't my father
When all been said and done
His completions won't me
I've me by one

I'm the to his riddle
I'm the of his wind
I'm the spoon wedged between tongue and
his trembling grin

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

And I any sufferer
And I welcome any
in this room, on wooden bench
Waiting for Joi to

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

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

Each time I put under
But they wanna test me
I cry out through the
You right past me

I search and I
I question and
I roar and I
let me in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I search and I
I question and
I roar and I
let me in

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