Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

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

The heights to you drag me
Just to hurl your
The trumpets play the day
But they so forlorn

Did you hold the hand that me down?
Did you laugh at my
When there's rust your ragged crown
Who stand at your defense?

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

And you left by the
all that's left to steal
But every you say farewell
There's at your heels

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

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

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

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

And since your epitaph
Was on my wall
No one comes to
They stand the stench

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