Luyện nghe bài hát Wise Blood

I'm an outcast that no one can anymore
and the of my youth, have all long gone by now
I was the kind of boy the would offer a smoke or a drink to
or a ride downtown to God forsaken land

One Sunday morning at dawn you know they my soul
but they held me down so Christ I almost drowned
Yeah I was the kind of boy who never learned to
so I kicked and I
'till I tore myself lose from all these great big hands Oh

Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right

My mommma, she turned around and
"Little boy you better wake up....cause a walking dead"
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a
she just smoldered an empty church left to burn in the wind