Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

Oh, the razor in apple
The affection of your
The prison of your
The snake oil of love

The to which you drag me
to hurl your scorn
The trumpets the livelong day
But they blow so

Did you hold the hand held me down?
Did you laugh at my
When there's rust upon your crown
Who will at your defense?

And when I unveiled my
On your rodeo of
You there so vacantly
Your fingers in ears

And you by the morning
With all left to steal
But every you say farewell
There's breadcrumbs at heels

Did you kiss the hand that held me
Was your kindness pretense?
there's no one left for you to clown
Who will at your defense?

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

And the hills held our childhood
The flowers grow still
You lay them, pushing weeds
And I guess you will

Could you be the that held me down?
When I was sick common sense
And now your statuettes are all down
There's no one to lean against

And ever since epitaph
Was spattered on my
No one comes to
They stand the stench

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