Luyện nghe bài hát Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 morning, on the blood
stained steps of Hope, forgotten, our cross like
guilty waiting 'til our father's home. Hel'' crack
our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod will
the hair that stiffens on our spines. We defeated
in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . .
us swiftly, take us now to (Bells peal! Roll
the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But still never die
because we pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be
merciful, but he likes to things tough. And HELL
is the action is. They came from lonely stars in
search of entertainment. We're the stars. We're
the that line the stage--the attraction of the
ages. Buy a ticket, our pain. God, it's outrageous.
It's a in Hellsville.