Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

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

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

Born of jackal in the
To a loathsome
I have crept the drapes
And a wizard is not

Just a white blackened by
weapons that have led
A faith that soon over
Desert of the dead

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

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

Tangled are the
spare the virgin heart
From the waking of rapists
In the

Mountaineers that so far
For a Heaven grown from
That love is fabled
To be missing their peaks

Save in one sole
Where the of a rod
Stays the sleeping
the prying fingers of the mob

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

Bouquets for and twisted law
Handmaidens of a war
Bring on a thousand roses
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the of Longinus
The of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a sinus
The hammer of the in the prophet's teeth
I am the

Saint disgustus, president
Great white hopes of a shark people
Lights of the now flicker and die

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

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

Territorial
Ever stealing thunder for religious
I will bring you all to your knees
And you over

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

I am the
I am the
I am the