Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

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

His will is broken, another prayer
Better run and all that you can
If is the root of all evil son,
Why is he the man?

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

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

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

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

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

Pray hard and harder
I'm dark but you, you darker
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