Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

God is not a
Or a guy
God is an tide
You cannot it's tables
It sets no or gables
God is
A lusty fire
It's scrape and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage..
Have on the natural world

My is not
The liquid
The rings round a heron's legs..
My voice a straight garroting
A stolen of fingerprints
Peeled up quiet their dunes
and respooled as ruin
To be
At a time

My is a fracture
Of a shin lust
Pounding ground
It lifts you up and you just..
at sorrow's waterline
I drape you on tomorrow's
Ferrous, metal marrow
Not yours, but mine.
an agent
Of the natural

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

you tell me
I didn't you
That that's gravity
You ought not to play

nothing quite so poison
As a
There's nothing quite so
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a
There's 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 barely my
You have permission
To take any
Be
Of the world

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

Have on the natural world