Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

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

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

Bird stick, a staff with brown handle
Backtrack, my kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surgeon by merchants
Immaculate birth, conceived by a

Do a lot in the lyric due to the and not living
as the white driven human inside of a spirit
Or the cathedral, that's only a quarter
Slaughter the people all for the forces of

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

Out for the while the beats knocking
Plot by the devil in a blue dress and stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical
Able to think quick and bring to pass

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

In front of the mobs and a storm coming in
in the physical form of the son of the God

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

The true and living son of the son,
swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
When the rumors I departed, I don't know
Some old shit about me being in a tomb in the garden

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

The written jeweler, driven the face of a leader
of the people in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendants put a break in what intended
The hatred is ended, sway the way of the sentence

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

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

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

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

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