Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

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

I`m abandoned, and sore
My skin is by the cutting thorns
I`m cheap laughing stock
A spitting cup, just listen how mock
My flock scattered, on the rocks
Shocked, shattered, fold`s locked
Is there for a poor
For a lowly, for a
Who`s to...
search for the
Bind up the
Who`s to...
Strengthen the
the strong and sleek

I try to understand what is
Surely it`s far from this
I`m longing for a warm
Erase the in a healing place

Great is the pain I got to face
Yet the pure wipe off the disdain
I hate the rams, way did treat me
As a lamb, bruised me too deeply

Maybe life`s here to put me neatly
But the and fear crush me completely
They muddied the clean water, trampled the lawn
me with their horns

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

He`s to
Search for the
Bind up the
there to
Strengthen the
Destroy the strong and

I`ll be to rich pastures
On the of plenty
In water valleys
By the lands of mercy

For the is my Shepherd
I shall not
Jesus came to dye white all the sheep