Luyện nghe bài hát Sister Sinead

Im singing this song for my Sinead
the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her just as hard as she could
Her profoundly was misunderstood

Theres humans with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the of souls
And humans all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave girl

And maybe shes and maybe she aint
But so was Picasso and so the saints
And shes never been partial to shackles or
Shes too old for breaking and too young to

Its askin for to stick out your neck
In terms of a a big silhouette
But some flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister

And shes crazy and maybe she aint
But so was Picasso and so were the
And shes never been partial to shackles or
Shes too old for breaking and too young to