Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is It Written

God, our Father
I'm wrapped in a robe of
Clothed in Your
That its wings over my soul
May I be worthy,

There's not a morning I without
A thousand questions running my mind
I don't try to find the reason
And the logic in the world God designed

The reason why a was given wings
If not to fly and the sky
With every song it
What's or wrong, where I belong
the scheme of things

And why have that see and arms that reach
Unless meant to know there's something more
If not to for the meaning of it all
Then tell me a soul is for?

Why have the wings you're meant to fly
And tell me please, why a mind
If not to why?

And tell me
Where is it what it is I'm meant to be?
That I can't
To the chance to pick the fruit of every tree

Or my share
Of sweet imagined possibility?
Just tell me where, tell me

If I were only to tend the nest
why does my imagination sail
Across the and the seas
Beyond the of any fairy tale

Why have the thirst if not to drink the
And what a waste to have a
Of things can't be mine

And tell me
Where is it written it is I'm meant to be?
That I dare
To find the in the mornings that I see

Or my share
Of sweet imagined possibility
tell me where, where is it written
Tell me where, or if written anywhere?