Luyện nghe bài hát The Wrote & The Writ

They're pictures of the man from God
I hope his clean
The burden of being our fellas
Your better gleam, better gleam

What of all those priests?
The ones who like to
Do you suppose they'd their blood for wine
Like you yours for ink, for ink

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

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

Your sentences rose high at
And circled round my
The circle's been broken
the priest before me is breaking bread

I'm asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his
I'm alone before the altar
Shedding all my old

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

The letters you left behind
No longer shall I
Your blood's the pages
And I can't to see you bleed

And I'll soon what was never there
Your are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've
The breath taken and the one I must

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