Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

God is not a
Or a guy
God is an unspecified
You cannot time it's
It no glass or gables
God is
A lusty tire
bristles scrape and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage..
Have mercy on the world

My is not
The waves
The rings round a heron's legs..
My a straight garroting wire
A stolen of fingerprints
Peeled up quiet from dunes
and respooled as ruin
To be
At a different

My voice is a
Of a bone's lust
barefoot ground
It lifts you up and you just..
at sorrow's waterline
I you on tomorrow's plate
Ferrous, metal marrow
Not yours, but mine.
iI'm an
Of the natural

Don't you me
I warn you
That that's gravity
You ought not to play

Don't you me
I warn you
That that's some
You not to play with

There's nothing quite so
As a
There's nothing quite so
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a

And me?
I am not a
I'm a wilderness, yes.
The continent
For you to

But you'll not be my
barely my guest
You don't have
To take any
Be
Of the world

Nature amend it's ways
It boils hell-on and replays
Despite heartfelt of regret
The storm she still cries for

Have mercy on the natural