Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Interrupt The Sorrow

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

Anima rising, of Queens
Wash my guilt of
and balance me
Anima rising, uprising in me
She's a vengeful goddess
With an crown to fight

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

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

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

Seventeen glasses, Rhine
of the Madonna, Clandestine
He don't let up the
He lies and he
It a heart like Mary's these days
When man gets weak