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 your children, to them away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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