Luyện nghe bài hát Wind-up

When I was young and they packed me off to
And they taught me how not to play the
Oh, I didn't mind if they me for success
Or if said that I was just a fool

So I left in the morning
With God under my arm
half assed smiles and the book of rules

Then I asked God a question
And by way of firm
He said, "I'm not the kind you to wind-up on Sundays"

And to my old headmaster and to who cares
Before I'm I'd like to say my prayers
Oh, I don't believe you, you had the whole damn all wrong

And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to school
And have all the harmonize these lines

How do you dare me that I'm my father's son
When that was just an of birth?
Oh, I'd rather around me, compose a better song

'Cos that's the honest measure of my
And in your and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of

When I was young and packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to the game
Oh, I didn't if they groomed me for success
Or if said that I was just a fool

And so I left there in the
With their God my arm
The half assed and the book of rules

And you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday
And have all the Bishops these lines

I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the
Oh, I didn't mind if groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a

And so to my old headmaster and to anyone who
I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
And you can excommunicate me on my way to school
And have all the Bishops harmonize these

I don't believe you, you had the whole damn all wrong
And he's not the kind you have to on a Sunday