Luyện nghe bài hát Wave Of Sorrow (Birdland)

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

Oh, oh, this cruel sun, is daylight done?
Cruelty just to make a shadow of everyone
And if the rain
And if the rain now

bent over without a breeze
Blankets on trees
I am without disease
Nobility on 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 every good thing now sold

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

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

Blessed are the who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who have left thrones
They are blessed in this of dry bones

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

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