Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of Death

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

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

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

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

You being one of the twelve
You wish to trade your for gold
Thirty silver pieces be reward
And may rotten conscience never grow old

Demon won't you ride with me?
your horse to Gethsemane, ohh

I am in you, you are in I
You have me
I see your eyes
Beware the kiss of

I fall to my knees
We must nullify the contract we have
I have pined, defied innocent
And returned the pieces that you've paid

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

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