Luyện nghe bài hát Lord of the Dance

A needy world the new messiah.
applications for disciples.
To touch the hem of his trousers,
unleashes the of his healing powers.
His feet blistered for you sins,
and painful melvins in the school gym.
From those who "He" was "Him".
The of our souls- Lord Michael.

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

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

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