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
divided me by one

I'm the to his riddle
I'm the of his wind
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 dare not be the

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

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

Every jealous intention
Smuggled, sewn into
Every 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 been waiting
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
lies in between forgotten dreams
That pile up every

Up the highest testaments
Down the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, pitch at noon
Beneath a door

Deep within find
The of every sunken man
Who bang his head against the dead
Each day he to stand

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

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

time I put them under
But they wanna test me
I cry out through the
You right 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 hatred and no longer appeared
I I've become the skin of a drum
The heart of a man, divided I