Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

An angel from the lost, headband, marked dead man
thoughts locked, dangling from a cross
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 of the devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn he stares out
With hair and feet of bronze

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

Do a lot in the lyric due to the and not living
Pure as the white driven human inside of a
Or the cathedral, that's only a 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 pyramids and watching

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

The lost wonder of dark to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and lightning
the thoughts, procure, feed the gators
Sole of code in the Holy War

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

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

The true and son of the son, thorough
Tongue of war, speak 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

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

The written jeweler, from the face of a leader
Slave of the people in the form of a hidden
Satan's descendants put a break in what they
The hatred is ended, the other way of the sentence

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

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

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

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 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 know I am