Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

High priest, the man you for
Prays in the tonight, tonight
by immaculate conception
King Nazareth creator of

Healing cripples, gives sight to the
himself, He's not of our kind, ohh
I know this by a kiss
He not that He's been defied

Demon lords won't you with me?
Mount horse to Gethsemane

Judas Iscariot, money man and thief of
Tell me you dined with the man
And preached with him in

You deny one of the twelve
You wish to trade your for gold
Thirty silver pieces be reward
And may your rotten conscience grow old

Demon lords you ride with me?
Mount your to Gethsemane, ohh

I am in you, you are in I
You defied me
I see through your
Beware the kiss of

I fall to my knees
We must nullify the contract we made
I pined, defied innocent blood
And returned the silver pieces that paid

this you say, who is he to us?
See to you greedy man
The place of skull is lies your king
We washed our hands

I am in you, you are in I
You have me
I see through your
Beware the of death, yeah, yeah