Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dressed up and
Dressed up and up to me