Luyện nghe bài hát The Plot Against My Love

I had to cut off.
They had me and sold.
They plot my love with my fears in their hands.
I climbed into bed no will to refuse them.
If for one night.
In my haste I had to cut off my flesh.
I our lives in bulk.
sacrifice.
I would not concede with this damn curse that my blood.
I am when when my blood guides my hand and chooses to ignore.
When my personal passover is a to discern an obvious liar.
They write in anger what they own is theirs,
and replace charity with a hollow gesture.
They recruit angry fools to the old law
that was handed down to them and fulfilled with their own and twisted games.
can be kept with little effort as no one checks but once a week.
And only but a few will make them their heads.
They tithe as a of right.
As a pack of liars they set as the standard,
and put you in your where you always belonged,
but were too to understand.
Sub to their culture of pretenders in white sheets
will sway easy to their will.
I had to cut off of my flesh,
I had to separate the from the body the way that I would any other serpent.
Grown men told me they loved me disappeared.
Grown men apologies of me.
None given.
But I've bit my tongue and my heart.
I cut off my flesh and I my fear to flee.
I was left behind while our business took its seat in its place.
In the of business men.
I am lost.
I was and refused.
I was given you could say was a gift.
But I do not.
Free is cheap and cheap is tossed.
what we are taught.
And in that we always trusted firm.
I have faith that promise will not be overturned.