Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

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

My is not
The liquid
The perfect round a heron's legs..
My voice a straight wire
A stolen of fingerprints
Peeled up quiet from their
Captured and as ruin
To be
At a time

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

you tell me
I didn't you
That some gravity
You ought not to with

you tell me
I warn you
That some gravity
You ought not to with

nothing quite so poison
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a
There's quite so poison
As a
nothing quite 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
You're my guest
You don't permission
To take any
Be
Of the world

Nature can't it's ways
It boils hell-on and then
heartfelt springtimes of regret
The storm she still for days

Have mercy on the natural