Luyện nghe bài hát Inri (false Prophet)

You have been on your own accord
Our final word seals fate
of the Jews, the son of God
Now to death and hate

INRI, INRI, false

Carry the cross upon your
And take it to where die
A of thorns, for you dear king
With the other filth, be

INRI, INRI, prophet

the blood that trickes from your ravaged brow
As the of time run out
Lord of is what we consider you
For victory is ours

Now you die