Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet Song

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

And Ive prophesized if you want to sleep next to me
With those cold and thighs youve polished for the orgy
But youll have to wait on like the rest of them
I cannot all at one time

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

And after the sun the orgy begins
And with my five and dime
Ill cut the of commencement
For every graduating disciple entering my

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

My inspiration was not
And I became an addict of the certain
And when my inspiration didnt fall through
Tell me, where the hell were

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

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

Cause when Im a prophet I let you in
To this Ive started of women and men