Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

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

I'm the to his riddle
I'm the caution of his
I'm the wedged between tongue and teeth
his trembling grin

And I add my revision
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
in this room, on wooden bench
Waiting for Joi to

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

Every jealous warped
Smuggled, sewn into
Every hidden tendency
me in me

Each time I put under
But still they wanna me
I cry out the thunder
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 seems the of an hour
I've every crippled question
the dead and given power

To the absence of my
The presence of a
lies in between forgotten dreams
That up every year

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

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

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

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

Each time I put them
But still they test me
I cry out the thunder
You storm right me

I and I ponder
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 swear become the skin of a drum
The of a man, divided I stand