Luyện nghe bài hát The Proposition

I sleep and lie awake at night
Ponder my wrongs, what was right
Was the word, the one I lived by
Was handed a sum without face, by my hand he die

Need not act, never for forgivness
Ask one, where to look in his eyes
Was given to dish out somewhere
And hide the he would die with my guise

When I was
for one more
To my
his brother without a sense of remorse

So don't
is your calling
Even Christ not keep you alive

I return, back to my home
For I do this
While they at me as a noble
Was not an act, to me it was
I never if it was even the score
The life, I kept all in me
Through the door, I would put it

Poor little
I beg won't see
A man's breath
Or the cries as he begs for mercy

I propose
is my calling
Even Christ could not me alive