Luyện nghe bài hát Lord of the Dance

A needy world the new messiah.
Taking for disciples.
To the hem of his leather trousers,
unleashes the fury of his powers.
His feet we're for you sins,
and painful melvins in the school gym.
From who doubted "He" was "Him".
The of our souls- Lord Michael.

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

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