Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Held Me Down

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

The heights to which you me
Just to your scorn
The trumpets the livelong day
But they blow so

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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