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

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

Bird stick, a black staff with brown
Backtrack, my first kicks, brown
In the breeze of the surgeon 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 only a quarter
Slaughter the all for the forces of evil

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

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

The lost of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze
the thoughts, procure, feed the gators
Sole mediator of in the Holy War

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

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

The true and living son of the son,
Tongue swore of war, speak and son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed, I don't
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 learned of my return to the
In the form of a human specimen

The jeweler, driven from 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 other way of the

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

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

Foul searching, bi weekly, all
Talk in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the of things, all love
All get judged 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 know where 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 where I am
I up and I don't know where I am