Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Interrupt The Sorrow

Don't the sorrow
Darn right on flames our witches
Be polite, a room of glasses
He says, "Your notches doll"
And he chains me with that
To that Ethiopian

Anima rising, of Queens
my guilt of Eden
Wash and me
Anima rising, uprising in me
She's a vengeful little
With an ancient crown to

goes up in vapors, the steeples lean
Winds of Patriarchs
Snug in your Bible belt
God up the chimney
Like Santa Claus
The slaves love the good book, a rebel loves a cause

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

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

Seventeen glasses, wine
Milk of the Madonna,
He don't let up the
He lies and he
It takes a heart like Mary's days
When your man weak