Luyện nghe bài hát Pray (Put 'Em in the Dirt)

Born on the right side of the wrong
I my fucking insides on my outsides
You can see my heartbeat, it right through
And till the day it stops I'm motherfucking persecute!

Every one of you, another loon
I got the devil and he's too
Coming to straight motherfucking bury you
gotta die and I'm fucking bulletproof
(I'm bulletproof!)

Let me tell you a story, about a little kid
Who never really understood much of he did
He had a chest full of heart and a body of stars
In a broke down on a broken boulevard
And he was strengthless, but he through all the hurt
'Cause every time he did he he got what he deserved
Had to hold up to the even if he had to burn
the pain became the only way that he could ever learn
So faithless, but he knew that he could take
Everything then apart so one day he could make this
This song for the nameless, the tricks
Hold up to my hand, I'll show you scripture in these
(They're bulletproof!)

Hold on, tight, it's not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, there's not always
on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, goodnight,

Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Now it's turn to die
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!

Feel the fire heat the pyre
And each of you now is the devil,
Everything ends like a voice in the
Telling the truth to you motherfucking
the calm down, I know I gotta hold out
Can't fucking down, the mirror says I sold out
God had a vision and vision is me
And I hold it in my heart every that I breathe
So Holy Ghost, hold me
I don't need these things
What are these songs that need?
I see this when I dream
So I'm in this and the only motherfucking thing I got
'Cause I'm only Three and you're motherfucking not
I got a gun and the motherfucker's cocked
And I'll point it at my head until a motherfucker
So faithless, but he that he could take this
Everything then came apart so one day he could make
song for the nameless, the same tricks
Hold up to my hand, I'll show you in these pages
(They're bulletproof!)

Hold on, tight, it's not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, there's not always
Hold on, hold tight, not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, goodnight,

Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Now it's turn to die
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!

Most men lead in quiet desperation
Eventually, desperation has to end
But
Head to the crucifix
The will come to pass
Now it's time to die

Put you in the dirt, put you in the
Now it's your to die
Put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt, put you in the
Now it's your to die