Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

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

Rubricate the sleeve with my insides
Blind the raptured eyes
The have now eclipsed the sunshine
The
Christian corpses nailed to religious
Sinicate the high life movements of a wicked offset
We've reached the pinnacle of
Limbs through every bar deviate with
Implicate the start
Intricable times feed the poison to the no discouragement
Intricable lies not only we encourage
But what the fuck will bring?
and anthrax I stand back
Hoping I it through tomorrow

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

I'm watching burning down
Falling out black clouds
ready to shout
Mothers locking places in heaven prayers
like stones through church windows
Angels know who's going them
Children wrapping tight around stuffed friends
from revelations brew time and again
Nights bring among fearful disciples
As worlds fall from shattered
Hold out a helping hand to the man
stare down the barrels of an angel's chrome devil
If I wake up will this still be the that I see
With closed and arms out
I'm if heaven
Really isn't another cloud

[Sample: Spacey][Bridge]
The trick
The ever pulled
Was the world
He exist

Spiritually celestial like crack with out the crystal
Iodine brainwaves to maintain the lessons
message, issued weapons, civil vengeance
Little questions, severance, scribbled vexing
Ketamine in the dark your confessions
substance with sustenance
Re-illustrate the
a tight 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 focus
Lord just guide me your offspring
I'm toking and floating the Tylenol bring peace Gandhi
Intellectual hardly celestial
Heemyer banging through the CO dozer and a wrecking ball
Satanic idealistic anesthetics
a punch with every snuff
Put the pipe down has rising
Shoot the line up the limit
Cut crush the glass and the sickness
Now, we in this fucked up place
These fucked up
Watching time die in a fucked up
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 from the face of a new born child
Blisters on my palms pain sketched so
Living men cant things that the dying man thinks