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 groomed me for
Or if they said that I was a fool

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

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

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

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

How do you dare tell me I'm my father's 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 pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me
As you the boots of death born out of fear

When I was young and they me off to school
And they me how not to play 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 smiles and the book of rules

And you can me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonize these

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

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

I believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong
And not the kind you have to wind-up on a Sunday