Luyện nghe bài hát The Wrote & The Writ

They're pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's
The burden of being our holy
Your halo'd gleam, better gleam

of all those wayward priests?
The ones who to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap blood for wine
Like you swapped for ink, for ink

You me, oh so many letters
And all of them true
Promises look on paper
from you, from you

The weight of all those words
I all alone
You wouldn't put pen to bed
we hadn't found our own, our own

Your rose high at night
And round my head
The since been broken
Like the priest me is breaking bread

I'm being asked to drink the blood of
And I'll eat his flesh
I'm again before the altar
Shedding all my old

The last of which I'll you now
As it flies down the
I never knew a of you
You set in ink, in ink

The letters that you left
No shall I read
blood's between the pages
And I can't to see you bleed

And I'll soon forget was never there
Your are ash and dust
All left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I

If you're born with a love for the wrote and the
People of letters your warning clear
Pay heed to your and not to your wit
say in a letter what you can't in my ear