Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Religion

I'm my religion
God
I prayed about my
How odd
For the man the mic
To be the man all his
While Christ-like did with REM
Rev up the
How do I begin to try to paint sin, of rules?
divides God's people in two

In the beginning, created a mask
The helped but soon the patch didn't last
I don't tell, you ask
So we a lie
And for generations, was where we went to go hide
Or we no tried
Because rules read our was empty inside
you bitter, dry
Swift to cut like a
Swift to you a traitor
Cause swift to love Taylor
Now we got bad blood with our

Who's wrong, who's
Every we're divided
black, who's white, C'mon
Now the man in the mirror never gets race
He'll be Christ-like
Never receive pay
So your faith never rises above minimum
So when it's to save the world
You don't know to say
To your brother you love when he tells you he's gay
Do you him away?
Judge him till he leaves?
him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees
Love in truth is the gospel he needs
room at the cross for everyone, even me

Well my are now clean
The loss now
Religion is a prison but truth sets us
Helps us
That the world we're in now is not the world that be
Terror, famine,
in poverty
Hungry, can't
With all of this religion, why these babies can't
And if the middle class is gone, how can America
How can America
When the oxygen is gone the American dream
And these American streets close as they speak
The time you think America please include me

the ones that are weak
All they is a piece
Of the pie you keep
Is that too to ask of those who lay the concrete?
laying on concrete
Pop, Pop by
See, they the foundation of the
Not the 2%
Not the ones that own the building that the middle class
Because they sense

me how do you feel?
I'm the new Franklin and I have the new
I and do right
FDR for
One under God
God, us the way
The science of
God is not a
You pick what you want so no God on plate
The isn't God
Religion's first
Serving stewards, shepherds, not
Has to die to his flesh everyday me

One VIP
All the other seats in church are
just groupies
God's the
313 AD
Before
Before the council of
Romans and Greeks
Before Kalvin Alexander,
let there be
Before
To the century
the death on the tree
Before the of man
Was a of me
Nailed to his
Right before the last
Words he speak
It is

Can you
I'm losing my
God
Helping you yours,
Is my job