Luyện nghe bài hát Wind-up

When I was and they packed 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 they said that I was just a

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

Then I this God a question
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 who cares
Before I'm I'd like to say my prayers
Oh, I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all

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 harmonize these lines

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

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

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

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

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

When I was 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 I was just a fool

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

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