Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't my father
When it's all been 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 spoon between tongue and teeth
Beneath his trembling

And I dare add my
For I dare not suffer
And I dare not reinvent the
And I not be the Christ

And I any sufferer
And I welcome any
Sitting in this room, on bench
for Joi to call

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

Every jealous warped
Smuggled, sewn genes
Every mongrel tendency
me in me

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

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

I've waiting here
For what now seems the of an hour
raised every crippled question
From the and given power

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

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

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

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

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

time I put them under
But they wanna test me
I cry out the thunder
You storm right me

I and I ponder
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 I've become the skin of a drum
The heart of a man, I stand