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

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

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

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

Hold on, tight, it's 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!
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!
Now your turn 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 the pyre
And of you now is the devil, admire
Everything ends like a voice in the
Telling the to you motherfucking liars
It's the calm down, I know I hold out
Can't fucking fall down, the mirror says I out
God had a and that vision is me
And I hold it in my heart every second that I
So Holy Ghost, hold me
I don't need needful things
What are these songs that need?
I see this when I dream
So I'm in and it's the only motherfucking thing I got
I'm only fucking Three and you're motherfucking not
I got a motherfucking gun and the motherfucker's
And I'll point it at my head until a drops
So faithless, but he knew that he could take
Everything then came apart so one day he could make
This song for the nameless, the tricks
Hold up to my hand, I'll show you scripture in these
(They're bulletproof!)

Hold on, hold tight, 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,

3 is gonna 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!
3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
Johnny 3 is put you in the dirt!

Most men lives in quiet desperation
Eventually, desperation has to end
But
Head to the crucifix
The sentence will 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 your turn to die