Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

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

Rubricate the loose sleeve my insides
fold the raptured eyes
The moons now eclipsed the sunshine
The
Christian corpses nailed to religious
Sinicate the high life initial movements of a wicked
We've the pinnacle of promise
through every bar deviate with knowledge
Implicate the Revolutions
times feed the poison to the people no discouragement
Intricable lies not only we them
But what the fuck tomorrow bring?
and anthrax I stand back
Hoping I it through tomorrow

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

I'm watching burning down
Falling out with clouds
ready to shout
Mothers locking places in heaven prayers
Thrown like stones through church
Angels know who's going them
Children wrapping tight stuffed comforting friends
Revolutions revelations brew time and again
Nights bring among fearful disciples
As worlds fall shattered temples
out a helping hand to the helping man
Saints stare down the of an angel's chrome devil
If I up will this still be the world that I see
With eyes and arms out
I'm wondering if
Really just another cloud

[Sample: Kevin
The greatest
The devil ever
Was convincing the
He exist

Spiritually celestial like crack with out the crystal
Iodine brainwaves to maintain the lessons
Signaled message, issued weapons, civil
Little questions, Scripture severance, vexing
in the dark count your confessions
Chemical substance with
the sustenance
Sustain a tight
The world hope in none of it
Inject the stubbornness to the
Literature in dosage
Blind sight in hindsight a dying to a clear focus
Lord guide me your loneliest offspring
I'm toking and floating the Tylenol peace like Gandhi
Intellectual hardly celestial
Heemyer banging through the CO dozer and a wrecking ball
idealistic powdered anesthetics
Pack a punch with snuff
Put the pipe price has rising
Shoot the up skies the limit
Cut crush the and supply the sickness
Now, we living in fucked up place
These fucked up
Watching time die in a up state
Put my hands together and pray life grows
Father me the light grows cold the nights grow darker
Tube pulled the throat of Terri Schiavo
Blood streams from the face of a new child
Blisters on my palms sketched so deep
men cant perceive things that the dying man thinks