Luyện nghe bài hát Psalms Alive

I am the that you cant strike
I am the spear that run you through

And when the were falling we were sound asleep
And you filled palms with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

I am teeth which cannot
Ill tear your up by the roots

And when the were falling we were sound asleep
And you filled your with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

Hear the seven tolls
loud for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All the valley
Onward the sun
The two-bit sways and
Pulls a price from

Feel the hoof-beats
across the land
The sin of our
Lies within our clutching

Watch the planes pass
its call-to-arms
The golden drunk of
Made me straight my knee