Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

There's a farmer
He's got a jar full of in his hands
He's been through and it ain't frozen over
Please send rain for this weary

His will is broken, prayer unspoken
run and sell all that you can
If money is the root of all son,
Why is he the poor

hard and tithe harder
I'm dark but you, you want
Broke down and in between
All you of mayhem outta know what I mean
You are up and messed up to me

The to bureaucratic spending
IS one paved through the heart of foul
A competition that's ending
A referee that's full of and games

gives the finger
Wise man is the
The wealthy sit and suck on their

If the good is on your back burner baby
Why along anyone?

Pray hard and harder
I'm but you, you want darker
down and torn in between
All you sons of outta know what I mean
You are up and messed up to me

Pray and tithe harder
I'm but you, you want darker
Broke and torn in between
All you sons of mayhem know what I mean
You are dressed up and up to me

up and messed
Dressed up and up to me