Luyện nghe bài hát The Proposition

I sleep and lie awake at night
my wrongs, wonder what was right
Was given the word, the one I by
Was handed a sum face, by my hand he would die

Need not act, cared for forgivness
Ask only one, where to in his eyes
Was given word to dish out
And hide the fact he would die my guise

When I was
Return for one
To my
Kill his brother without a of remorse

So don't
This is your
Christ could not keep you alive

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

Poor little
I beg won't see
A final breath
Or hear the cries as he for mercy

I won't
is my calling
Even Christ could not keep me