Luyện nghe bài hát Wave Of Sorrow (Birdland)

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

Oh, oh, cruel sun, is daylight never done?
Cruelty begun to make a shadow of everyone
And if the came
And if the came now

Souls bent without a breeze
Blankets on burning
I am sick without
on it's knees

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

Where now the holy cities? Where are the holy scrolls?
Where now Emperor Menelek and Queen of gold?
You, my bride wear a crown, on your finger, stone
As good thing now been sold

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

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

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

Blessed all of you an empty heart
For you have nothing from you cannot part
Blessed is the ego if it's all we got hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks to power
is the sex worker's body sold tonight

She works for she's got to save her children's life
are the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can
are the tin can, cardboard slums
And blessed is the spirit that