Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

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

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

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

Do a lot in the due to the true and not living
Pure as the white driven human of a spirit
Or the cathedral, that's only a illegal
Slaughter the people all for the of evil

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

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

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

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

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

The true and son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, speak and son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed, I don't
old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the garden

Listen here, you lost, I was 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 jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people in the form of a ruler
descendants put a break in what they intended
The hatred is ended, sway the way of the sentence

go and tell, defendants'll go to jail
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 what's finna happen next?

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

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

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

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