Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Religion

I'm my religion
God
I about my decision
How odd
For the man the mic
To be the man all his
While stipes did with REM
Rev up the
How do I begin to try to paint this sin, of
That divides people in two

In the beginning, religion a mask
The reformation helped but soon the patch didn't
I tell, you don't ask
So we a lie
And for generations, church was where we went to go
Or we no longer
Because read our relationship was empty inside
you bitter, dry
Swift to cut a razor
to call you a traitor
Cause you're to love Taylor
Now we got bad with our neighbor

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

my sins 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 will be
Terror, famine,
in poverty
Hungry, sleep
With all of this religion, why these babies eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can see?
How can breathe?
When the oxygen is from the American dream
And these American streets listen as they speak
The time you think America please include me

Help the that are weak
All they want is a
Of the pie you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the
Still on concrete
Pop, Pop by
See, the foundation of the nation
Not the 2%
Not the ones that own the building that the middle rent
Because they make

Tell me how do you
I'm the new Franklin and I have the new
I fight and do
FDR for
One under God
God, us the way
The of opinion
God is not a
You pick what you want so no God on plate
The preacher God
Religion's first
Serving stewards, shepherds, not
Has to die to his flesh like me

One VIP
All the seats in church are free
We're groupies
the celebrity
313 AD
Before
Before the of Nacia
Before Romans and
Before Alexander, Luther
let there be
Before
To the last
the death on the tree
Before the of man
Was a of me
Nailed to his
Right before the last
Words he would
It is

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