Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

Well, I was arrested for disturbing the
But hey, I was the war
I was a small white handkerchief
Singing, "Please, fight, no more"

And I thought that there'd be an each side
But there were just two wearing very bad ties
So I shouted until my throat hoarse
And cut out my voicebox of course

I was taken to court in a of gold
Where silence is a sure of guilt
Where you can't speak out in your own
Or be heard over worlds being

And the trial was a farce as a place
comedy and tragedy share the same face
The judge read the verdict, a curtain was
An roared out its praise

And I said, "Where's the truth here today?
Where do and fiction separate?
Who's the big guy we have to pay
To find the truth, to the truth?"

It all made the news but the was wrong
And the photo wasn't of me
And the God I love, He intoned from above
You shouldn't at free publicity

But it wasn't the voice, I'd to hear
It was thin and like Richard Gere
And somebody said, "God's had a bad
That's his taking his calls"

And I said, "Where's the around here today?
Where do and fiction, go their separate ways?
I know that we were much too to pray
But where's the to find the truth?"

I was put in a cell for the whole
But my was just as free as could be
Somebody said, "Just your enchained"
And you can guess how that me

So I wandered and roamed for the rest of my
I was clearing my name, I was apportioning
I woke up, it was all a dream, all was well
When I woke up, I woke up in my

And I said, "Where's the truth around today?
Where do and fiction separate?
And no one to be the one to say
the truth, see where's the truth
See the truth in this world today?"

I was for disturbing the peace
And I was the war
I was holding a white handkerchief
I was singing, "Please, fight, any more"