Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I can't become my
it's all been said and done
His won't complete me
divided me by one

I'm the answer to his
I'm the of his wind
I'm the spoon wedged tongue and teeth
Beneath his grin

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

And I any sufferer
And I any Saul
in this room, on wooden bench
Waiting for Joi to

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

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

Each time I put them
But they wanna test me
I cry out through the
You storm past me

I search and I
I and wonder
I and I thunder
let me in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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