Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

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

The heights to which you me
Just to hurl scorn
The trumpets the livelong day
But blow so forlorn

Did you the hand that held me down?
Did you laugh at my
When rust upon your ragged crown
Who will at your defense?

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

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 held me down?
Was kindness just pretense?
there's no one left for you to clown
Who will stand at defense?

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

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

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

And ever your epitaph
Was spattered on my
No one to call
They stand the stench

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