Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

God is not a
Or a guy
God is an tide
You time it's tables
It sets no glass or
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 round a heron's legs..
My a straight garroting wire
A stolen of fingerprints
Peeled up quiet their dunes
Captured and as ruin
To be
At a different

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

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

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

There's nothing so poison
As a
There's quite 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 have permission
To any pictures
Be
Of the natural

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

Have mercy on the world