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 scrape and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage..
Have mercy on the natural

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

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

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

Don't you me
I didn't you
That that's some
You ought not to with

There's nothing so poison
As a
nothing quite so poison
As a
There's quite 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 don't have
To take any
Be
Of the world

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

mercy on the natural world