Luyện nghe bài hát The Wrote & The Writ

They're pictures of the man from God
I his cassock's clean
The burden of being our fellas
Your halo'd better gleam, better

What of all wayward priests?
The ones who like to
Do you suppose they'd swap blood for wine
Like you swapped for ink, for ink

You me, oh so many letters
And all of them true
Promises look good on
from you, from you

The weight of all those willing
I all alone
You wouldn't put pen to bed
we hadn't found our own, our own

Your sentences rose at night
And round my head
The circle's been broken
Like the priest before me is bread

I'm being asked to the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his
I'm alone before the altar
all my old regrets

The last of I'll tell you now
As it flies the sink
I never a part of you
You set in ink, in ink

The that you left behind
No longer I read
Your blood's between the
And I can't stand to see you

And I'll soon forget was never there
Your are ash and dust
All left is the song I've sung
The breath I've and the one I must

If you're born a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning clear
Pay heed to heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a what you can't in my ear