Luyện nghe bài hát The Wrote & The Writ

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

What of all those priests?
The who like to drink
Do you suppose swap their blood for wine
Like you swapped for ink, for ink

You wrote me, oh so letters
And all of them seemed
Promises good on paper
from you, from you

The of all those willing words
I carried all
You put your pen to bed
When we found our own, our own

Your sentences rose at night
And circled round my
The circle's since broken
Like the priest before me is breaking

I'm being asked to drink the of Christ
And soon eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the
all my old regrets

The last of which tell you now
As it down the sink
I never a part of you
You set in ink, in ink

The letters that you left
No shall I read
Your between the pages
And I stand to see you bleed

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

If you're born with a for the wrote and the writ
of letters your warning stands clear
Pay to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you in my ear