Luyện nghe bài hát Faux King Christ

The illness prolific, let the begin.
Haste with reservation, chi or Zen
Could create the conflict.
All are not and not seen.
Eclipsed in the credit of creation. A murky at running stream
Of these men who claim contact, by pointing limbs to the sky.
They were so special and chosen, to place all fear in disguise of
Jesus Faux Christ.
A symbolic to this very day
A scapegoat for I am sorry to say.
of years, of serving up fire
Enough to manipulate, not to
Jesus King Christ!
Taxless and in "Gambino" ways
A pleasant umbrella just do he says.
Our evolution proved, all else is fraud
The sun and the moon is what I god.
The madness horrific, let your end.
You've got no reservation, all earth on the mend
That's what creates your conflict.
Your ticket to has expired.
Your owed no credit for creation, blame for the shame you've conspired.
To be all men who have contact.
You all your hopes to the sky You are not special or chosen
fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ!