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

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

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

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

Is the half-full 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 at me, gives me the shivers
I pull the blanket when I'm finally safe at home
And she'll take a hundred with her but she always sleeps
The girl with the of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint lives inside a bead
Will grant her when she counts upon her need
It makes us all though we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to
The girl with the weight of the world in her