Luyện nghe bài hát Soft As Birds

Baby's on the telephone
and dirt in the sky
viscous in the passageways
and the is a mess

kids in the doorway
the lies and telephones
got the papers and the court
but we're to make it through

The clouds bellow with behind
the hidden glory high
with too low for speech
far but well within reach

I am the - I am your God
I made things to the glory of Me

See no on the playground
the swings sway in the
hot needles plunge to ripe
in

There's in my head
and a girl in my
how did it to this
now there's violence in a

The clouds bellow with inside
the hidden glory comes
with too thick for words
as sin, soft as birds

I am the - I am your God
I made things so that you might believe.