Luyện nghe bài hát Hallowed Be Thy Name

(Lake, Sinfield)

There may be an om in
But there's few folk in focus
Not the first, not the last, not the least.
You needn't be well to be
But you've got to be to be holy
the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest.
Oh this of ours is a mess
I bet Heaven's the
the madman said, "Son,
As a friend, tell me in a name,"
be thy name.

I you the state of statesmen
And the key to what motivates
On the left, on the right, on the
Still I see a man in a mansion
That an accurate pen puncture
Go to town, go to hell, go to jail.
And there's bars and
Where the jukebox plays blues in the
the madman says "Son,
Time to go we could use some light"
And thy be done.

We in an age of cages
The tale of an ape
In the for some truth he can use
But many a drunk got
And mostly a thinker,
Set the place, set the time, set the fuse,
The optimist and the pessimist cried in his wine
And the madman "Son,
Take a word all wake given time"
Let thy kingdom

The madman and I got
both thought the other tank you
And we laughed all the way to the
The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's
And the said "Son,
How do you feel?" I said "Me? I feel
me into temptation
Into
I into temptation
I need my allocation of
I a revelation in degradation
No hesitation, me variation, give me inspiration..."