Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe

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

At I receive my mission
Blow up the of the air like nuclear fission
So I analyze my weapons, guided rifles that
Shoot spiritual wisdom, I think I see enemy

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

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe

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

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

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

Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe
Babylon breathe

Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon Babylon
Babylon Babylon

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

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

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

Sit down in the dust, Babylon without a
To call your own is
The has fallen, she has fallen
Golden images of its God lie on the ground