Luyện nghe bài hát Blasphemous Rumours

Girl of sixteen, whole life of her
her wrists
Bored life, didn't succeed
Thank the Lord for mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother the note again
Sixteen candles in her mind
She takes the blame, always the same
She goes down on her knees and

I want to start
Any blasphemous
But I that God's
Got a sick of humor
And I die
I expect to Him laughing

I want to start
Any rumors
But I that God's
Got a sick sense of
And I die
I to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen fell in love with
Found new life in Christ
Hit by a car up
On a life support

day as she passed away
Birds singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain and once
A tear from her mother's eye

I want to start
Any rumors
But I think that
Got a sick sense of
And I die
I to find Him laughing

I don't want to
Any blasphemous
But I think God's
Got a sense of humor
And I die
I expect to Him laughing

I don't want to
Any rumors
But I think that
Got a sick of humor
And I die
I to find Him laughing

I don't to start
Any rumors
But I think God's
Got a sense of humor
And I die
I to find Him laughing

I don't want to
Any rumors
But I think God's
Got a sick sense of
And I die
I expect to find Him