Luyện nghe bài hát Wave Of Sorrow (Birdland)

Heat rising on hell's own hill
To wake up morning is an act of will
Walk the night to get here today
To bring your children, to give away

Oh, oh, this cruel sun, is daylight never
just begun to make a shadow of everyone
And if the came
And if the rain now

bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning
I am without disease
Nobility on it's

And if the came
And if the came, now
Would it wash us all on a wave of sorrow?
Wave, of sorrow

Where now the holy Where are the ancient holy scrolls?
now Emperor Menelek and Queen of Sheba's gold?
You, my wear a crown, on your finger, precious stone
As every good thing now sold

Son, of boy, now king
wisdom can you bring?
What lyric you sing?
is the music of the Seraphim?

And if the came
And if the came, now
it wash us all away, on a wave of sorrow?
Wave, on a of sorrow, wave

Blessed are the who scratch in the dirt
For they shall what's left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who have left their
They are blessed in valley of dry bones

Blessed all of you with an empty
For you have from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego if it's all we got hour
is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker's body tonight

She works for what she's got to her children's life
Blessed are the deaf who hear a scream
are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin can, slums
And blessed is the that overcomes