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 glass or
God is
A tire fire
bristles scrape and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage..
Have mercy on the world

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

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

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

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

There's quite so poison
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a
There's quite 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 not be my master
You're my guest
You have permission
To any pictures
Be
Of the world

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

Have mercy on the world