Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

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

Rubricate the sleeve with my insides
Blind fold the eyes
The moons have now the sunshine
The
Christian corpses nailed to religious
Sinicate the high life initial movements of a wicked
We've the pinnacle of promise
Limbs through every bar deviate with
Implicate the start
Intricable times feed the poison to the people no
Intricable not only we encourage them
But what the will tomorrow bring?
Luck and anthrax I stand
Hoping I make it through

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

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

[Sample: Kevin
The trick
The devil ever
Was the world
He exist

Spiritually celestial like crack out the crystal method
Iodine brainwaves to the simple lessons
message, issued weapons, civil vengeance
Little questions, Scripture severance, scribbled
in the dark count your confessions
Chemical substance sustenance
the sustenance
Sustain a tight
The there's hope in none of it
Inject the to the surrcosage
Literature in dosage
Blind sight in hindsight a dying side to a focus
Lord guide me your loneliest offspring
I'm toking and floating the Tylenol peace like Gandhi
Intellectual celestial probably
Heemyer banging through the CO dozer and a ball monopoly
Satanic powdered anesthetics
Pack a with every snuff
Put the pipe down price has
the line up skies the limit
Cut crush the glass and the sickness
Now, we in this fucked up place
These up days
Watching time die in a fucked up
Put my hands and pray life grows harder
Father hold me the grows cold the nights grow darker
Tube pulled the throat of Terri Schiavo
Blood streams the face of a new born child
on my palms pain sketched so deep
Living men cant perceive things that the man thinks