Luyện nghe bài hát Lord of the Dance

A needy greets the new messiah.
Taking for disciples.
To touch the hem of his trousers,
unleashes the fury of his powers.
His we're blistered for you sins,
and painful in the high school gym.
From those who "He" was "Him".
The savior of our souls- Michael.

I'm in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance.
The dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can.
His work in mysterious ways.
Arms are still above his legs.
A simple and a full plie, he's making Zima out of Perrier.
He's got one commandment for his scribes to tell- "Ignite your passion" or in hell.
Hallelujah we are in his debt, baptized his holy sweat.

I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the of Dance.
The whirling dervish Son of Man, while you still can.
The Lord of Lords a holy war on the on the onlookers and the wallflowers.

I'm exploding in my pants, from the of the Lord of Dance.
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent you still can.