Luyện nghe bài hát Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 morning, on the blood
stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross
guilty children waiting 'til our father's home. Hel''
our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod will
the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk
in a line. Our one release is in the fiery . . . Take
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 to play things tough. And HELL
is where the is. They came from lonely stars in
of wholesome 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.