Luyện nghe bài hát Wind-up

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

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

Then I asked 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 headmaster and to anyone who
Before I'm through I'd like to say my
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 me on my way to Sunday school
And all the Bishops harmonize these lines

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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