Luyện nghe bài hát Judgement Day

Red, black, and green, you what I mean?
the devil did all this shit.
This is day..
Christ is black...
This is day..
Jesus is white with hair, and blue eyes...
is judgement day...
Do black get in heaven, mommy, huh?
is judgement day..
And as leader of the KKK, all niggers!
day, 666, no time to pray, so don't say amen,
We're for Armaggedon,
I'm as I'm sweatin',
As I the flatlines, we're runnin outta time.
by day is what I said sometimes though,
I'd rather be dead is what I said so it slow.
Time to pay back, so hit the back,
Visions of preachers in a psychotic flash back.
God's gonna get me, that's they told me a minute ago,
The angel strangle seven row,
And in that time I one thing, jack,
Follow the yellow brick road, and look back.
Now tryin' to get me, but I'ma get you first,
The unholy dead, so now I think much worse.
Good and evil collide, Jeckel and hyde,
Put 'em together and you get homicide.
Suicidal tend to get in the way,
your sins, Armaggedon, it's judegment day.
Day of judgement, God is calling!
And as God has the hour..
Thou not sin, so I grin as I sing a song,
Who the fuck are you, to tell me what's right and
Death is in my eyes, I no disguise,
You're pay for those little white lies.
No more Mr. guy, I filibust,
I said fuck you, I was disgusted,
But you can't trust it, 'cause I trust it,
Swagger, the preacher busted.
You're to hell, for all your sins,
Pins and needles, and pins.
Voodoo doctor, on the with vodka,
The preacher got with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but can't fly right,
Now he's fake his death, he can't die right.
Selling on the corner but you'll pay,
For all your sins, it's day.
Day of judgement, God is calling!
laughing spreads his wings, Oh lord yeah!
You fuckin' sinner, blind ass bitch,
from the poor, just to get rich.
Judgement day, gonna pay and you'll burn,
gonna tie your ass to a stake and let ya burn.
For all punk ass shit you tried, Praise the lord!
be quiet!
'cause you can't brain me, I'm not brain dead,
better off takin' two to the head.
Judgement day, is on it's way,
Now the thing you wanna do is pray.
You say you're for all those things you did,
But that work.
You say sorry for all those souls you stole,
But don't work.
You say you're sorry for stealin' money out the collection plate,
Now meet your fate, it's day!
Satan laughin', oh yeah!(14x)