Luyện nghe bài hát Dawkins Christ

The thought of love triggers lonely
Gladly reaching out just to be a
So we live to serve, made it an art

How the soul 
How the fear 
How grave the
To get out of

How the soul 
How deep the
How grave the
To get out of

Fear and hate keeps us in
As we climb of our own design 
Nails in our flesh, in our minds

Feels like I've got  heart 
head 
Praise the
God is

heart 
Dawkins'
Praise the
God is

All the Brahmin masses they'll come again 
got lord Krishna to guide their hand
Gotama's flock they don't the chains 
They know will end their pain 
And the Avestan pupils, the of Druj 
be one with the maker when they're one with the truth 
All of Luther's gladly suffer now 
They'll get pie in the sky on the day die

But about me
Got no to sell
Refused
Did my time in

No absolution, no
Just belief and doubt and we die
We the void with our attempts at lives

I got Judas'
Nietzsche's
cock
In a god-shaped

How shallow the
How the fear 
How shallow the
How the fear 

How the soul 
How deep the

How grave the
one way out of here