Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't my father
When it's all been said and
His completions won't me
I've 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 grin

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

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

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

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

Each time I put them
But they wanna test me
I cry out through the
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 the better of an hour
I've raised every crippled
From the and given power

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

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

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

And he's pressed against
The woman that he loves
Kissing eyes and lips, hips
to her touch

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

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

I and I ponder
I and wonder
I roar and I
let me in

It's so to be the man I would be
If and fear no longer appeared
I swear become the skin of a drum
The heart of a man, divided I