Luyện nghe bài hát Ãœber Den Fluss

He woke up, as his fell off ... slice by slice,
Floating high up in the air, than ten-thousand miles.
He said, he was underneath a baneful sky,
Had nails feet and hands,
Yes, nails in his eyes.
In defiance of all living things he hang ... upside down,
His poor, vicious face touching the ground.
He knows well he's been,
let him in !!!

He twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed
distorted sombre trees,
Blood ran down scarred trunks,
Gushed slowly out of the leaves.
The offering in a chalice, all golden,
Held by the dirty of a black-bearded man,
His face spitefulness.
He knows where he's been;
So, don't let him, let him in ...
let him in !!!