Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

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

The to which you drag me
Just to hurl your
The play the livelong day
But they blow so

Did you the hand that held me down?
Did you at my expense?
When there's upon your ragged crown
Who stand at your defense?

And I unveiled my weakness
On your of tears
You stood there so
Your in your ears

And you by the morning
With all that's left to
But every time you say
There's breadcrumbs at your

Did you kiss the hand that me down?
Was your kindness pretense?
When no one left for you to clown
Who stand at your defense?

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

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

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

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

But I still your praises
Every time the curtain
The burden on me
Yeah, I alone at your defense