Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe

I see you people and on and on
Graven images, golden and false icons
I'm seeking wisdom Solomon
But my antenae on picking up evil transmissions

At headquarters I my mission
Blow up the ruler of the air like fission
So I analyze my weapons, lazer guided that
Shoot spiritual wisdom, I think I see warriors

Fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff mayors
So brotha's that snuff punks
I set up time bombs to destroy the strong holds of

Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe

breathe Babylon
Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe

We be tribes grace, a righteous minority
Decadent culture you forget your spiritual priority
Back down by the movement, soldiers who will ya
Open to be used by God, you like Medo-Persia

Jewel of all kingdoms, live evil, purified take you down
Don't back, overthrown you like Sodom
And arm of the law guilty of all crimes
I be like the great Isiah

Predict your fall over 150 times, got you could never use
For the you be using, I'll dance over your fields
Present day Iraq still lies in ruins
Schemes, backstab persuasions
Get crushed by us, rescue invasion

Babylon Babylon
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon

Look to the sky, the warning
The shadow is coming, the shadow is
Look to the sky, the warning
The is coming, the shadow is coming
Look to the sky, the warning
The shadow is coming, the is coming
Look to the sky, heed the
The shadow is coming, the shadow is

Look to the sky, heed the
The is coming, the shadow is coming
Look to the sky, heed the
The is coming, the shadow is coming
to the sky, heed the warning
The shadow is coming, the is coming
Look to the sky, the warning
The shadow is coming, the is coming

The plagues are coming, the are coming
I the breath of the Death Beast
The plagues are coming, the are coming
I feel the breath of the Death
The are coming, the plagues are coming
I feel the of the Death Beast
The plagues are coming, the are coming
I the breath of the Death Beast

Misled bureaucracy, of hypocrisy
I gotta steel pulse, for a true democracy
Destruction, now your walls have
Just here waiting for the train to Zion

Sit down in the dust, Babylon without a
To call own is 47:1
The city has fallen, she has
images of its God lie shattered on the ground