Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

I wake up and I don't where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am
I up and I

An angel from the lost, headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a
The the heart, the harder, wrapped up
Crucified with my chest up, felt by the Father

Wounded rebel in
Getting on and whipped by the goons of the devil
man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
With hair and feet of bronze

Bird stick, a black with brown handle
Backtrack, my kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surrounded by merchants
Immaculate birth, by a virgin

Do a lot in the lyric due to the true and not
Pure as the white driven inside of a spirit
Or the cathedral, that's a quarter illegal
Slaughter the all for the forces of evil

Exterior armor, transparent, non
The last wizard, slash serial bomber
Here it is, I'm sent, living in hell
All seeing eye in hand of the and keep watching

Out for the death the beats knocking
Plot by the devil in a dress and chief stockings
last, equipped with physical mass
Able to think and bring miracles to pass

The lost wonder of days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough and sneeze lightning
Control the thoughts, procure, the gators
Sole mediator of code in the War

In front of the and a storm coming in March
Locked in the form of the son of the God

I wake up and I know where I am
I up and I

The and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, and slash son of a gun
the rumors started I departed, I don't know
Some old about me being placed in a tomb in the garden

here, you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
And got caught, disappeared from the
First into a lesson and of my return to the earth
In the of a perfect human specimen

The written jeweler, driven from the face of a
Slave of the in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's put a break in what they intended
The is ended, sway the other way of the sentence

Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to
Hot coal on your trail, sinners'll go to
I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic
Who knows finna happen next?

Cousin of death, with that I can promise
Gave it to and now he touching the rest
The caller, balancing birds on my finger
Nerves of a cheetah, birthed the urge to walk water

Foul searching, bi weekly, all
verses in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the scheme of things, all
All get judged by me, the king of the kings

know where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am
I wake up and I don't know I am

I up and I don't know where I am
I wake up and I don't where I am
I wake up and I don't know I am
I wake up and I know where I am