Luyện nghe bài hát Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 morning, on the blood
steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like
guilty children waiting 'til our father's home. Hel''
our backs, he'll our bones. His iron rod will comb
the hair that on our spines. We walk defeated
in a line. Our one release is in the furnace . . . Take
us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville (Bells peal!
the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But we'll never die
we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be
merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And
is the action is. They came from lonely stars in
of wholesome entertainment. We're the stars. We're
the stars that the stage--the attraction of the
ages. Buy a ticket, our pain. God, it's outrageous.
a scream in Hellsville.