Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Kings

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

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

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

Bird stick, a black staff 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 lyric due to the true and not
as the white driven human 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, serial bomber
Here it is, I'm heaven sent, in hell
All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep

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

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

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

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

The true and living son of the son,
Tongue swore of war, and slash son of a gun
When the started I departed, I don't know
Some old shit me being placed in a tomb in the garden

Listen here, you lost, I was tortured and died for the
And got caught, from the cross
First a lesson and learned of my return to the earth
In the form of a human specimen

The written jeweler, driven from the of a leader
Slave of the people in the form of a ruler
Satan's descendants put a break in what 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 bidding at a death
Who what's finna happen next?

Cousin of death, with 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
the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the of the kings

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