Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Prayers For Lost Causes

There's a farmer
He's got a jar of money in his hands
He's been through Hell and it 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 man?

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

The road to bureaucratic
IS one through the heart of foul play
A that's 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 baby
Why bring anyone?

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

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

Dressed up and
Dressed up and up to me