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 this path but she who it crosses
move to the right, maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain, she wears a banner on her chest
And we all say, "It's sad" and we think it's a
And she's called to our attention but we do not call her
The girl the weight of the world in her hands

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

I wonder saint that lives 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 scale to weigh the she has to bear
The girl with the weight of the 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
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 higher when I'm safe at home
And take a hundred with her but she always sleeps alone
The with the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint lives inside a bead
grant 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 cross she has to
The with the weight of the world in her hands