Luyện nghe bài hát Heathen

The streets and the
The of woe
The forces of
Are out of

The lurk in the
Alone in the
A sickly perversion,
not in sight

(Bible passage)

He travels he
Different in hand
He searches for
the demand
Ridding the of
The homeless
out loudly
Ignoring pleas

of the chosen
Have clearly marked and pushed aside

Many parts were frozen
just a waste of life

Eating the flesh of the
The of blood
Picking the of desertion
more
Stabbing the of the weakened society
Killing the worthless for now

Raping the it's so silent
A twist of
A wave of sick
A question of give and

Taxpayers earning
Feed them the row
The chair gathers
As they age in their

murders often

Skip the press and go
Morbid visions, gross
the cause of death

You heathen!
Go to hell, where you fucking came from!