Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Of Mercy

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

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

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

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

I'm buildings burning down
Falling out with black
Priests ready to
Mothers locking places in heaven with
Thrown like stones through windows
know who's going with them
Children wrapping tight around comforting friends
Revolutions from revelations time and again
Nights bring among fearful disciples
As fall from shattered temples
out a helping hand to the helping man
Saints stare the barrels 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 isn't another cloud

Kevin Spacey][Bridge]
The trick
The ever pulled
Was the world
He didn't

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