Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lost wonder of dark days to breathe in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze
Control the thoughts, procure, the gators
mediator of code in the Holy War

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

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

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

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 form of a perfect human

The jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people in the of a hidden ruler
Satan's put a break 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 trail, sinners'll go to hell
I got a for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic death
Who knows what's finna next?

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

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

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