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

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

Every single one of you, loon
I got the devil and coming 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 and a body full of stars
In a down house on a broken boulevard
And he was strengthless, but he lived through all the
'Cause every time he did he he got what he deserved
Had to hold up to the fire if he had to burn
Then the pain became the only way that he ever learn
So faithless, but he knew he could take this
then came apart so one day he could make this
This for the nameless, the same tricks
Hold up to my hand, I'll show you scripture in pages
(They're bulletproof!)

Hold on, hold tight, not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, there's not tomorrow
Hold on, hold tight, it's not 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 your to die
Johnny 3 is 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!

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

Hold on, hold tight, not your turn to die yet
So long, goodnight, there's not tomorrow
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 your 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!
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!

Most men lead in quiet desperation
Eventually, desperation has to end
But
Head back to the
The sentence come to pass
Now it's your to die

Put you in the dirt, put you in the
Now your turn to die
Put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt, put you in the
Now your turn to die