Luyện nghe bài hát The Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands

She won't recover from her
She's not chosen path but she watches who it crosses
Maybe to the right, maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain, she like a banner on her chest
And we all say, "It's sad" and we think it's a
And she's called to our but we do not call her name
The girl with the of the world in her hands

'Cause we're busy with our happiness and busy with our
I wonder if alone she it taken from her hands
But if things didn't getting harder
She miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr
The girl the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder saint that lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation when she counts upon her
It makes us all angry we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the she has to bear
The girl the weight of the world in her hands

Is the glass or empty, I ask her as I fill it
She said it doesn't really matter, pretty you're bound to spill it
the half logic language of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly at me, gives me the
I pull the higher when I'm finally safe at home
And she'll take a hundred with her but she always alone
The girl with the weight of the world in her

I wonder which saint that lives a bead
Will her consolation when she counts upon her need
It us all angry though we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the she has to bear
The girl with the of the world in her hands