Luyện nghe bài hát Hole for a Soul

Holy shamoly said the priest to the
As he wrapped his around her
And his guts became her
She said I take any more
No I can't take any
And she taste the christ
Breath the
the crucifixion
Of another fallen angel up on false religion
She's gotta hole for a
She's gotta sad sad to tell
She's gotta for a soul
Of being twisted in a living

Crikey he said with bottle in his hand
Fingers worn down to the bone
From working on the promised
Fingers worn thin tattered and torn from
All this and sand
Said I take any more
No I can't any more
He had a wife
child
An englishman's castle for his
Every mile stood broken man
And every two stood this broken dream

He's gotta for a soul
He's gotta sad sad tale to
He's gotta hole for a
Of being twisted in a living