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

She won't recover her losses
She's not chosen path but she watches who it crosses
Maybe move to the right, move 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 but we do not call her name
The girl with the weight of the world in her

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

I wonder which saint that inside a bead
Will grant her when she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry we feign to care
But who will be the to weigh the cross 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 soon you're to spill it
With the half logic language of the sermon she
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 a hundred with her but she always sleeps alone
The girl with the weight of the in her hands

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