Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Sheep Tale

This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... allegories
how I to know 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 laughing
A spitting cup, just how they mock
My flock scattered, on the rocks
Shocked, shattered, fold`s locked
Is justice for a poor
For a lowly, for a
there to...
search for the
Bind up the
Who`s to...
Strengthen the
Destroy the and sleek

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

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

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

I out, for shelter I called
Now they`re warned that the Lord
Yes He broke the bars of my
a joke out of the goats

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

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

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