Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

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

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

Pray hard and harder
I'm dark but you, you darker
Broke down and torn in
All you sons of mayhem outta know I mean
You are dressed up and up to me

The to bureaucratic spending
IS one through the heart of foul play
A competition never ending
A referee full of piss and games

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

If the good life is on your burner baby
Why bring along

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

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

Dressed up and
Dressed up and up to me