Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

Oh, the razor in your
The of your glove
The prison of company
The snake oil of your

The heights to which you me
to hurl your scorn
The trumpets play the day
But they so forlorn

Did you hold the that held me down?
Did you at my expense?
When rust upon your ragged crown
Who will stand at defense?

And I unveiled my weakness
On your rodeo of
You stood there so
Your fingers in your

And you left by the
With all left to steal
But time you say farewell
There's breadcrumbs at your

Did you kiss the hand that me down?
Was your kindness just
When there's no one for you to clown
Who will stand at defense?

But ashes, Lord, it's ashes
Soon we all down
You take your place among the
not a single sound

And the hills that held our
The grow there still
You lay them, pushing weeds
And I you always will

Could you be the hand that me down?
I was sick with common sense
And now your are all torn down
There's no one left to lean

And since your epitaph
Was spattered on my
No one to call
They can't stand the

But I sing your praises
time the curtain calls
The on me falls
Yeah, I alone stand at your