Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the
The nail in the coffin of the
I am the lot

the fire
That inside my soul
When dripping of hate
Envenomed,

Like carpet bombs in bazaars
My blood runs with the
Though no crescent, cross or wandering
Shalt my defeat

Born of in the Vatican
To a flock
I have crept behind the
And a there is not

Just a flag blackened by
Singing weapons that led
A faith that soon dominions
Desert of the dead

I smell the du malcontent
The hellish of Judas in the dozens

for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a war
Bring on a roses more
I am the

are the thickets
That the virgin heart
From the waking of rapists
In the

that strive so far
For a grown from reach
That love herself is
To be from their peaks

Save in one tower
the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping
From the prying of the mob

I smell the fleur du
The stench of Judas in the dozens

Bouquets for greed and law
of a holy war
Bring on a thousand more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the Spear of
The sword of
Kali up in arms, a sinus
The hammer of the gods in the teeth
I am the

Saint disgustus, evil
Great white hopes of a shark people
Lights of the world now and die

Impaled in the in the paling face
Where tongues pricked the skies
Choking on words as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes blinded minds

I am not the of god
I am the
I am not the of god
I am the

thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious
I will bring you all down to knees
And you over

Bouquets for and twisted law
of a holy war
Bring on a thousand more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the