Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet Song

When Im a prophet I 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 after Ive prophesized if you want to sleep to me
With cold and wooden thighs youve polished for the orgy
But youll have to wait on line like the of them
I cannot all at one time

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

And the sun falls the orgy begins
And with my and dime scissors
Ill cut the of commencement
For every graduating entering my discipline

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

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

And youll sigh in the fashion of your Magdalene
While you search for the you know you cant win
You cant win with 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 have to wait on line
Just me the holiest of deli counters
Youll have to a number
Yes one after the youll have to wait on line

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