Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

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

I`m abandoned, and sore
My skin is ripped by the thorns
I`m everybody`s cheap laughing
A spitting cup, listen how they mock
My flock scattered, on the rocks
Shocked, shattered, fold`s door
Is there justice for a
For a lowly, for a
there to...
search for the
Bind up the
there to...
Strengthen the
Destroy the and sleek

I try to what freedom is
Surely something far from this
I`m for a warm embrace
Erase the in a healing place

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

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

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

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

I`ll be taken to rich
On the of plenty
In clear valleys
By the lands of mercy

For the Lord is my
I not faint
came to dye white all the black sheep