Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Sicarii

This could be the One, the King to and break our chains!
Ambassador of
We were hungry, filled with fish and
How could we relent when remain well fed?
The multitude will press on, Gracious at its head
To whom all is given, no resource is spent!
We thirsty!
Ever-flowering horde, ne'er upon the spring!
We've waited in exile, in
All eager towards the Sun
things had to get better eventually
I've held this endeavor in heart and mind, reflecting upon Lazarus, brought back to
I swear I've seen it with my own
I'm assured that we never die
We've in exile, in expectancy
All eager towards the Sun
things had to get better eventually
Bless the sheep
The I feel is killing me
"Surely, Lord, it is not I!"
I stir from as I am handed the wine
Blood and body, and eat, the Twelve, soon no longer in exile
As I kiss his cheek, I find to my defeat, a mix of Love, fear, and
The Son Of Man handed Lamb led to slaughter
We've in exile, in expectancy
All eyes eager the Sun
Knowing things had to get better
(Compliant savior; Father.)
the spotless sheep
The shame I feel is me