Luyện nghe bài hát Besprinkled In Scarlet Horror

Words verbose, gory to what end do they
Or images vivid, scarlet, horrors,
Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of
The that you choose and the beats that you sell

not giving all the glory to Him
Because your artwork a severed limb
And all the people buy your deceit
Because keeping way too frantic a beat

They said to Bach three years ago
"You work in the there's something you should know
We hired you to music that glorifies
But theses toccatas and fugues simply horrify"

He said, "They're simply notes put in bars
And why you that's wrong I just throw up my arms"
Eviscerate that evoke emetic thoughts
and discard what speaks of corpses in rot

The leprous stumps of the sick and the
The stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered
And John the Baptist, a head on a
this gorefest, why should it matter?

You say this place beckons spirits
But I care not you call it
To me two hundred beats per minute
On tablature, I it

If you at the site
Of Cavalry's fright
fears have made your feet take flight
And turn from our Lord's plight?