Luyện nghe bài hát Ãœber Den Fluss

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

He claimed twelve-thousand transformed
into distorted trees,
Blood ran their scarred trunks,
Gushed dripping out of the leaves.
The offering in a chalice, all golden,
Held by the dirty hands of a man,
His face spitefulness.
He well where he's been;
So, let him, don't let him in ...
let him in !!!