Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

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

I`m abandoned, and sore
My skin is ripped by the cutting
I`m everybody`s cheap laughing
A cup, just listen how they mock
My flock scattered, on the rocks
Shocked, shattered, door locked
Is justice for a poor
For a lowly, for a
Who`s to...
for the lost
Bind up the
there to...
Strengthen the
Destroy the strong and

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

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

Maybe here to put me down neatly
But the and fear crush me completely
They muddied the clean water, trampled the green
Butting me their horns

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

He`s to
for the lost
Bind up the
there to
Strengthen the
the strong and sleek

I`ll be to rich pastures
On the mountains of
In clear water
By the grazing lands of

For the Lord is my
I shall not
Jesus came to dye white all the black