Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of A Drum

And I become my father
When all been said and done
His won't complete me
I've me by one

I'm the answer to his
I'm the of his wind
I'm the spoon between tongue and teeth
Beneath his trembling

And I dare add my
For I dare not twice
And I dare not reinvent the
And I dare not be the

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

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

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

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

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

I've been waiting
For what now seems the better of an
I've raised every crippled
From the dead and given

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

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

Deep you'll find
The of every sunken man
Who must his head against the dead
Each day he tries to

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

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

Each 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 and I thunder
let me in

It's so to be the man I would be
If hatred and fear no appeared
I swear I've the skin of a drum
The heart of a man, I stand