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 in line
These that I give are not mine

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

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

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

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

My was not divine
And I an addict of the certain kind
And when my inspiration just didnt fall
Tell me, where the hell you?

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

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

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