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

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

Then I this God a question
And by way of reply
He said, "I'm not the kind you have to on Sundays"

And to my old headmaster and to who cares
I'm through 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 to wind-up on Sunday
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday
And all the Bishops harmonize these lines

How do you dare me that I'm my father's son
When that was just an accident of
Oh, I'd rather look around me, compose a 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 of death born out of fear

When I was young and they me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the
Oh, I didn't if they groomed 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 half assed 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 they packed me off to
And they me how not to play the game
Oh, I didn't mind if they me for success
Or if they said I was just 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 all the Bishops harmonize these lines

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