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 from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
thoughts locked, dangling from a cross
The the heart, the harder, wrapped up
Crucified with my 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 when he out
With wool hair and feet of

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

Do a lot in the lyric due to the and not living
Pure as the driven human inside of a spirit
Or the cathedral, only a quarter illegal
Slaughter the all for the forces of evil

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

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

The wonder of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and lightning
the thoughts, procure, feed the gators
Sole mediator of 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 don't 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
When the rumors started I departed, I don't
Some old shit about me placed in a tomb in the garden

here, you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
And got caught, disappeared the cross
into a lesson and learned 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 descendants put a 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, go to hell
I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the at a tragic death
Who what's finna happen next?

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

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

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