Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

Notti di nerezza
Soli ostruito verso I'esterno la vergine purezza
Con
Rebellious my bambini
Aristocrat's
Bibles burnt pile on the of graffiti' chapters
Sirius tucked the clouds
Astrologic execrated factors buried deep the brain tissues

Rubricate the loose sleeve with my
Blind fold the raptured
The moons now eclipsed the sunshine
The
Christian corpses nailed to religious
Sinicate the life initial movements of a wicked offset
reached the pinnacle of promise
Limbs through every bar deviate knowledge
Implicate the Revolutions
Intricable feed the poison to the people no discouragement
Intricable not only we encourage them
But what the fuck will tomorrow
Luck and I stand back
I make it through tomorrow

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

I'm buildings burning down
out with black clouds
Priests to shout
Mothers places in heaven with prayers
Thrown like stones through church
know who's going with them
Children wrapping tight around stuffed comforting
Revolutions from brew time and again
Nights silence among fearful disciples
As worlds from shattered temples
Hold out a helping to the helping man
stare down the barrels of an angel's chrome devil
If I wake up will this still be the world I see
With eyes and arms out
I'm if heaven
isn't just another cloud

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

Spiritually like crack with out the crystal method
Iodine brainwaves to maintain the lessons
Signaled message, issued weapons, vengeance
questions, Scripture severance, scribbled vexing
Ketamine in the dark count your
substance with sustenance
Re-illustrate the
Sustain a grip
The world there's in none of it
Inject the stubbornness to the
Literature in pure
sight in hindsight a dying side to a clear focus
Lord just guide me your offspring
I'm and floating the Tylenol bring peace like Gandhi
Intellectual hardly celestial
Heemyer through the CO dozer and a wrecking ball monopoly
Satanic idealistic anesthetics
Pack a punch with snuff
Put the pipe down price has
Shoot the line up skies the
Cut the glass and supply the sickness
Now, we living in this fucked up
fucked up days
Watching time die in a fucked up
Put my hands together and pray life grows
Father hold me the grows cold the nights grow darker
Tube from the throat of Terri Schiavo
Blood from the face of a new born child
Blisters on my palms pain so deep
Living men cant things that the dying man thinks