Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe

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

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

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

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe

breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe

We be tribes under grace, a righteous
Decadent culture make you forget your priority
Back down by the movement, who will serve ya
Open to be used by God, destroy you Medo-Persia

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

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

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe

breathe Babylon
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe

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

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

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

Misled bureaucracy, full of
I steel pulse, looking for a true democracy
Destruction, now your walls have
sitting here waiting for the train to Zion

Sit down in the dust, without a throne
To your own is 47:1
The has fallen, she has fallen
Golden images of its God lie shattered on the