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

And I add my revision
For I dare not suffer
And I dare not the past
And I dare not be the

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

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

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

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

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

I've been here
For what now seems the of an hour
I've raised every question
From the dead and given

To the of my sanity
The of a fear
That in between forgotten dreams
That pile up year

Up the highest testaments
below the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, black at noon
a hidden door

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

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

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

Each time I put them
But they wanna test me
I cry out the thunder
You storm past 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 hatred and fear no appeared
I swear I've become the of a drum
The heart of a man, I stand