Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

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

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

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

The road to spending
IS one paved through the heart of foul
A competition never ending
A referee that's full of piss and

Baker gives the
man is the preacher
The wealthy sit and on their thumbs

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

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

Dressed up and
up and messed up to me