Luyện nghe bài hát Psalm

Oh of dread, the time is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with so keen
cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears.
Oh, horsepants, chest.
Oh, sex ghost. Oh, of neck.
The are crashing on her breasts.
The bed is out again.
If it's sad, you it' true.
God is glad on moons.
When room is all you do, it comes to you.
Oh, my ink instrument,
row my boat towards abstinence thoughts as long as cigarettes.
Snowed in and cross protect.
Oh, that appetite.
Lo, passive fasts make us
On highways of the night,
the crawl my candlelight,
where the sun in space.
God is dumb, god is great.
But does he love us all the
Are we OK?
And I cried out your name I loved the sound it made
and because I couldn't wait to see face.
And ever was the same.
And the say, "Look into my eyes."
But I change if it's only in my mind.
And I love you but I don't the right.
And I you so bad tonight.