Luyện nghe bài hát Hole for a Soul

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

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

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