Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Stick

Spoon fed from a plate
A diet designed to agitate
A veil of pride and gospel
To cover the hidden fist he used

And I say a word
You've sewn me in my
Hypocrite stick man
Silent

And the sunken heel kinda slows me

and children lift their legs
To tattoo a mother's breasts
of precocious days
Wear slogans late

Parables for ears
Steer vehicles of
All the

And I won't say a
You've sewn me in my
walking stick man
Silent

And the heel kinda lights my way

And I say a word
You've me in my skin
Hypocrite stick man
Silent