Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

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

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

Bird stick, a staff with brown handle
Backtrack, my first kicks, sandals
In the of the surgeon surrounded 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 people all for the forces of

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

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

The lost wonder of dark days to light in
titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
Control the thoughts, procure, the gators
Sole mediator of code in the War

In of the mobs and a storm coming 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 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 in the garden

Listen here, you lost, I was tortured and for the cause
And got caught, disappeared the cross
First 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 descendants put a break in what they
The hatred is ended, 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 soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic
Who knows what's finna happen

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

searching, bi weekly, all purpose
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 don't know 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