Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Interrupt The Sorrow

Don't the sorrow
right on flames our prophet witches
Be polite, a room full of
He says, "Your liberation doll"
And he chains me with that
To that wall

Anima rising, Queen of
my guilt of Eden
Wash and me
rising, uprising in me tonight
She's a little goddess
With an ancient to fight

Truth goes up in vapors, the lean
of change Patriarchs
Snug in your Bible belt
God goes up the
childhood Santa Claus
The good slaves love the good book, a rebel a cause

I'm leaving on the 1:15, you're right
I was seventeen
I've had no one me
He "Anima rising, so what
Petrified process
timber down to rock"

Don't interrupt the sorrow, right
He says "We on the moon
You be polite", let up the sorrow
Death and birth and death and birth and and birth
He says "Bring bottle kindly and I'll pad your purse
I've got a head full of and a mighty, mighty, thirst"

Seventeen glasses, wine
of the Madonna, Clandestine
He let up the sorrow
He and he cheats
It takes a heart like Mary's days
When your man weak