Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... 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 thorns
I`m everybody`s cheap stock
A spitting cup, just listen how they
My flock scattered, fell on the
Shocked, shattered, door locked
Is justice for a poor
For a lowly, for a
there to...
search for the
up the injured
Who`s to...
Strengthen the
Destroy the and sleek

I try to understand what is
Surely it`s something far this
I`m longing for a embrace
Erase the ache in a healing

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

Maybe here to put me down neatly
But the strife and fear me completely
They muddied the clean water, trampled the lawn
Butting me with horns

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

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

I`ll be taken to pastures
On the mountains of
In water valleys
By the grazing lands of

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