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 king of principality upon me
The Holy Spirit me
I write songs for fun, not for
to collect guns, now the truth is my calvary
But I got a full just in case
The project some wicked bullshit
My logistic is logical, turn you to molecules
Miniscule follicles, then your brain to subatomic particles
I you in, and sneeze you out
You [MCs?], you live in the of doubt
That's why I swarm on college dorm
Make knowledge born from the to the cottage farm
London to Russia, to Prussia
The Cities of the East, the [young sheiks discuss?] us
Christ means her?], become along the usher
The righteous way of life, it be most
For the civilized man to us
On Bora we discuss the Torah
Then we travel across lands like old explorers

I believe that
Can be on this green Earth
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the freezing
on the streets all day
Until my is over
We always [fight blind the light of our
My patience is waning, the scales capsized
I read [?] of glory
And there's of files of light
Fleeting mazes to the sky

on the porch, torching a stoagie in the moonlight
Rocking back and forth in my contemplating life
Thinking where I went wrong, I went right
Was it a fast, or a long
From my everyday sensational
Every sense was stimulated, occasional
All due to the Father
The author, the architect
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 things the heart of
Keep the planet floating [?] like oceans
[?] reject all Satanic
We so

I believe that
Can be on this green Earth
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the rain
I stay on the streets all day
Until my is over
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
Now I see there's way
To be free as a
And maybe I'm
for the sun
Out in the rain
on the streets all day
my [?]