Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

Hail full of grace
Blessed art among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Mary
of God
Pray for us
Now and at the of our death

Notti protette di
ostruito verso I'esterno la mary vergine purezza
Con
Rebellious my bambini
Aristocrat's
Bibles burnt pile on the matchbooks of graffiti'
Sirius tucked behind the
Astrologic execrated factors buried deep within the brain

Rubricate the loose sleeve with my
Blind the raptured eyes
The have now eclipsed the sunshine
The
Christian corpses nailed to crosses
Sinicate the high life initial movements of a offset
We've reached the pinnacle of
Limbs through every bar deviate with
Implicate the Revolutions
Intricable times the poison to the people no discouragement
lies not only we encourage them
But what the fuck will tomorrow
Luck and anthrax I back
Hoping I it through tomorrow

Close your
The is coming down the world is falling down
Close your
Feel heart drop as your dreams hit the floor
Close eyes
Watch the final day hit the final phase
Close eyes
Pray and pray look away hope something more

I'm watching buildings down
Falling out with clouds
Priests ready to
Mothers locking places in heaven prayers
Thrown like through church windows
Angels know who's going with
Children tight around stuffed comforting friends
Revolutions revelations brew time and again
Nights bring silence among disciples
As worlds from shattered temples
Hold out a hand to the helping man
Saints stare down the barrels of an angel's chrome
If I wake up will this still be the that I see
eyes closed and arms out
I'm if heaven
Really isn't just another

[Sample: Kevin
The trick
The devil pulled
Was the world
He didn't

Spiritually celestial like crack out the crystal method
Iodine brainwaves to maintain the simple
Signaled message, issued weapons, civil
Little questions, Scripture severance, scribbled
Ketamine in the dark count your
substance with sustenance
Re-illustrate the
Sustain a grip
The world there's in none of it
the stubbornness to the surrcosage
Literature in dosage
Blind sight in hindsight a dying side to a clear
Lord just guide me your offspring
I'm toking and floating the bring peace like Gandhi
Intellectual hardly celestial
Heemyer banging through the CO dozer and a wrecking monopoly
Satanic idealistic anesthetics
Pack a punch every snuff
Put the pipe down has rising
the line up skies the limit
Cut crush the glass and the sickness
Now, we living in fucked up place
These fucked up
Watching die in a fucked up state
Put my hands together and pray grows harder
Father hold me the light cold the nights grow darker
Tube pulled from the throat of Schiavo
Blood streams from the face of a new child
Blisters on my palms pain so deep
Living men cant perceive that the dying man thinks