Luyện nghe bài hát Faux King Christ

The illness prolific, let the begin.
Haste reservation, neither chi or Zen
Could create the conflict.
All are not and not seen.
Eclipsed in the credit of creation. A at best running stream
Of these men who claim contact, by pointing limbs to the sky.
They were so special and chosen, to place all this fear in of
Faux King Christ.
A martyr symbolic to this day
A for most I am sorry to say.
Hundreds of years, of serving up
to manipulate, not to inspire
Jesus King Christ!
and corporate in "Gambino" ways
A pleasant umbrella just do he says.
Our evolution proved, that all else is
The sun and the is what I call god.
The horrific, let your wordplay end.
You've got no reservation, all just on the mend
That's creates your little conflict.
ticket to ride has expired.
Your no credit for creation, just blame for the shame you've conspired.
To be all men who have contact.
You point all your hopes to the sky You are not or chosen
Just fear in disguise of Jesus King Christ!