Luyện nghe bài hát Wind-up

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

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

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

And to my old headmaster and to anyone who
Before I'm through I'd to say my prayers
Oh, I believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong

And not the kind you have to wind-up on Sunday
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday
And have all the Bishops harmonize these

How do you dare tell me that I'm my son
When that was an accident of birth?
Oh, I'd rather look around me, compose a song

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

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

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

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

When I was young and they me off to school
And they me how not to play the game
Oh, I mind if they groomed me for success
Or if said that I was just a fool

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

I don't believe you, you had the damn thing all wrong
And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on a