Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is It Written

God, our merciful
I'm wrapped in a robe of
Clothed in glory
That spreads its over my soul
May I be worthy,

There's not a morning I without
A thousand questions running through my
That I don't try to find the
And the in the world that God designed

The reason why a was given wings
If not to fly and the sky
With every it sings
What's right or wrong, where I
the scheme of things

And why have eyes see and arms that reach
Unless you're meant to know there's something
If not to hunger for the of it all
Then tell me what a soul is

Why have the unless you're meant to fly
And me please, why have a mind
If not to why?

And tell me
Where is it what it is I'm meant to be?
That I can't
To have the chance to the fruit of every tree

Or my share
Of every imagined possibility?
Just tell me where, me where?

If I were only meant to tend the
Then why does my sail
Across the mountains and the
Beyond the make-believe of any tale

Why have the thirst if not to the wine?
And what a waste to have a
Of things that be mine

And me where
Where is it written what it is I'm to be?
I can't dare
To the meanings in the mornings that I see

Or have my
Of every sweet imagined
Just tell me where, is it written
Tell me where, or if it's written