Luyện nghe bài hát Pieta

Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a
Pilgrim's progress, no end
way Michael?
Through the door he scans the bar, then a space
His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it here
He it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress
A eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess
Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles and won
Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the talk in tongues
Haloes swarm, the air is thin, smoke in tights of blue
Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes across the room
Empty and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow
Drinks are raised and praise good deeds of long ago
He drains his and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears
The Prince King needs a touch, his sacred heart knows no fear
Upon a cloud on shrine, he can't control his tears
On his knees, held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years
The altar clears, the grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung
A at closing time, our lady holds her son
The faithful to celebrate the vision Thomas saw
A rail now stands around the spot where kissed the floor