Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

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

My is not
The waves
The perfect rings round a legs..
My voice a straight garroting
A stolen mile of
Peeled up quiet from dunes
Captured and as ruin
To be
At a time

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

you tell me
I warn you
that's some gravity
You ought not to with

you tell me
I warn you
that's some gravity
You ought not to play

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

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

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

Nature can't amend ways
It boils and then replays
heartfelt springtimes of regret
The storm she still cries for

Have on the natural world