Luyện nghe bài hát Lord of the Dance

A needy greets the new messiah.
applications for disciples.
To the hem of his leather trousers,
unleashes the of his healing powers.
His feet 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 exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the of Dance.
The dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can.
His work in mysterious ways.
Arms are still his furious legs.
A simple shuffle and a 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 from his sweat.

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

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