Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

Notti di nerezza
Soli ostruito verso I'esterno la mary vergine
Con
Rebellious my gather
inequity
Bibles pile on the matchbooks of graffiti' chapters
tucked behind the clouds
Astrologic execrated factors buried within the brain tissues

Rubricate the loose with my insides
Blind fold the eyes
The have now eclipsed the sunshine
The
corpses nailed to religious crosses
Sinicate the high life initial of a wicked offset
reached the pinnacle of promise
Limbs through every bar deviate knowledge
Implicate the Revolutions
Intricable times feed the poison to the people no
Intricable lies not only we encourage
But what the fuck will tomorrow
and anthrax I stand back
Hoping I make it tomorrow

Close eyes
The world is coming down the world is down
Close eyes
Feel your drop as your dreams hit the floor
Close your
Watch the final day we've hit the phase
your eyes
Pray and pray away hope there's something more

I'm watching burning down
Falling out with black
Priests ready to
Mothers places in heaven with prayers
Thrown stones through church windows
Angels know who's going with
wrapping tight around stuffed comforting friends
Revolutions from brew time and again
Nights silence among fearful disciples
As fall from shattered temples
Hold out a helping hand to the man
Saints stare down the of an angel's chrome devil
If I wake up will this still be the that I see
With eyes and arms out
I'm if heaven
Really isn't another cloud

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The greatest
The ever pulled
Was the world
He exist

Spiritually like crack with out the crystal method
Iodine to maintain the simple lessons
Signaled message, weapons, civil vengeance
Little questions, severance, scribbled vexing
in the dark count your confessions
Chemical substance sustenance
the sustenance
Sustain a grip
The world there's hope in of it
Inject the stubbornness to the
Literature in pure
Blind sight in hindsight a dying side to a clear
Lord just guide me your loneliest
I'm toking and the Tylenol bring peace like Gandhi
Intellectual hardly probably
Heemyer banging the CO dozer and a wrecking ball monopoly
Satanic idealistic anesthetics
Pack a punch with snuff
Put the pipe down price has
Shoot the up skies the limit
Cut crush the glass and supply the
Now, we living in this up place
These up days
time die in a fucked up state
Put my hands together and life grows harder
Father hold me the light grows cold the grow darker
Tube pulled from the throat of Schiavo
Blood streams from the of a new born child
Blisters on my palms pain so deep
Living men perceive things that the dying man thinks