Luyện nghe bài hát Wave Of Sorrow (Birdland)

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

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

Souls over without a breeze
on burning trees
I am sick without
Nobility on knees

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

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

Son, of shepherd boy, now
What can you bring?
What lyric you sing?
Where is the music of the

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

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

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

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