Luyện nghe bài hát Soft As Birds

Baby's screaming on the
and there's in the sky
fumes in the passageways
and the is a mess

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

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

I am the Lord - I am God
I these things to the glory of Me

See no kids on the
the sway in the wind
hot needles plunge to ripe
in

There's in my head
and a girl in my
how did it come to
now violence in a kiss

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

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