Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some
how I came to the grace...
a symbolic of shearing of my wools...
and how the got new rules...

I`m abandoned, hurt and
My skin is ripped by the thorns
I`m everybody`s cheap stock
A cup, just listen how they mock
My scattered, fell on the rocks
Shocked, shattered, door locked
Is there justice for a
For a lowly, for a
there to...
search for the
up the injured
Who`s to...
Strengthen the
Destroy the strong and

I try to what freedom is
it`s something far from this
I`m longing for a warm
Erase the ache in a healing

is the pain that I got to face
Yet the pure rain`ll wipe off the
I hate the rams, way they did me
As a lamb, they me too deeply

Maybe life`s here to put me neatly
But the strife and fear me completely
They the clean water, trampled the green lawn
Butting me with horns

I called out, for I called
Now they`re that You`re the Lord
Yes He the bars of my yoke
Made a joke out of the

there to
Search for the
up the injured
He`s to
the weak
Destroy the strong and

be taken to rich pastures
On the mountains of
In water valleys
By the grazing lands of

For the is my Shepherd
I not faint
Jesus to dye white all the black sheep