Luyện nghe bài hát Anything But Words

I believe that
Can be on this green Earth
But I'm wrong. Mhm. Maybe I'm wrong
on

Turns to reality
The of principality shines upon me
The Holy Spirit me
I write for fun, not for salary
to collect guns, now the truth is my calvary
But I got a closet full in case
The project some wicked bullshit
My is logical, turn you back to molecules
Miniscule follicles, then your brain to subatomic particles
I breathe you in, and you out
You [MCs?], you live in the crease of
That's why I swarm on your dorm
knowledge born from the hood to the cottage farm
London to Russia, to Prussia
The Holy Cities of the East, the [young discuss?] us
Christ means [crush her?], along the usher
The way of life, it be most wise
For the civilized man to us
On Bora we discuss the Torah
Then we travel these lands like old explorers

I believe that
Can be brave on this green
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the rain
Stay on the all day
my cover is over
We always blind the light of our lives?]
My is waning, the scales have capsized
I read [?] of glory
And there's pyres of files of
Fleeting mazes to the sky

on the porch, torching a stoagie in the moonlight
Rocking back and forth in my chair life
Thinking where I went wrong, I went right
Was it a fast, or a long
From my calculation everyday
Every was stimulated, pain's occasional
All praises due to the
The author, the supreme
The one with no
We give man the wisdom to be a gardener,
Preach the warrior, king, or you be a scholar
Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or
All these the heart consist of
Keep the planet floating [?] Atlantic oceans
[?] all Satanic notions
We so

I that someone
Can be on this green Earth
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the freezing
I could stay on the all day
Until my is over
Runneth
Runneth
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
Runneth
Now I see some way
To be as a seabird
And maybe I'm
for the sun
Out in the rain
Stay on the all day
my [?]