Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't my father
When it's all been and done
His completions won't me
divided me by one

I'm the answer to his
I'm the of his wind
I'm the spoon between tongue and teeth
Beneath his trembling

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

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

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

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

Each time I put them
But still wanna test me
I cry out through the
You storm right me

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

I've waiting here
For now seems the better of an hour
I've every crippled question
From the dead and power

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

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

within you'll find
The attributes of every man
Who must bang his head the dead
day he tries to stand

And standing pressed against
The very that he loves
eyes and lips, embracing hips
Surrendering to her

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

time I put them under
But still they test me
I cry out through the
You storm past me

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

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