Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet Song

When Im a I might let you in
To circle Ive started of women and men
But youll have to wait in
These gifts that I are not mine

And Ive prophesized if you want to sleep next to me
With those cold and wooden thighs youve for the orgy
But youll have to wait on like the rest of them
I service all at one time

inspiration is not divine
Youll become an of the certain kind
And when inspiration just doesnt pull through
I might not be there to you

And the sun falls the orgy begins
And with my five and scissors
Ill cut the ribbons of
For every graduating disciple entering my

Yeah with my five and dime scissors my cape and my
And the that Ill use to point to the crowd
But I will point you out of a years of punch lines
And references to I once thought was mine

My was not divine
And I became an of the certain kind
And when my inspiration just didnt through
Tell me, the hell were you?

And youll sigh in the fashion of your Mary
While you search for the Jesus you know you win
You know cant win me and my purity and you in your sin
Yes with me in my purity and you in sin
You will search for the Jesus you know you win

But youll have to wait on
Just consider me the holiest of counters
Youll to take a number
Yes one after the other youll to wait on line

Cause Im a prophet I might let you in
To circle Ive started of women and men