Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the seats at the masses,
with the mass's massive asses,
Classes pass as as molasses.
Ceremonial glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the kids are a little too for this.
All the nod in agreement -
"I think I can see what he meant."
It's too early in the glory
To read another story,
The father, a little bit farther,
the assured that they need not bother
"when God, in verse 45, said the are okay to buy,
He that people, all from the start
Each have slaves within hearts.
Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are to pick our moral cotton
God us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery...
And as God goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves..."

In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats that are bumpin' my iPod
My god, they're starting to
And over the I can hear them say
"dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man with a or a sword.
Dear good all-seeing being, my way or the Yahweh.
The anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater,
I'd like to thank your holy for making me both rich and white
And though this is your day of rest, I come to you with one
There's so pain beyond this steeple,
and drugs and homeless people.
Sadness, where should be joy, hate and rape and soulja boy.
A world in darkness needs light, so I'm sure your schedule's pretty tight
But my dog just had leg surgery if you could fix first...

Messing's fingers in a holy place, "hail Mary full of grace."

Obama, you pass some hope to the pope
I know a couple who wanna elope
See the pope said, "nope" so the bros cope.
(The bros can grope but the can't cope)
They've been in love, been addicted
Who they shouldn't? Benedict did.
Cause in the holy land of the Lord he's the holy and dicks are evicted.
Cause you can be a Benedict if you've been a dick Benedict but
You can't have Benedicts there's only one pope and only one dick
a dick on a pope is
Just a soap on a rope cause it's
Pointless, unless in prison, throw up Bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it's men,
the gender ratio is 1 to 10.
Winos at the eucharist station,
Jesus wasn't the messiah, get I'm a heretic and I'm on fire
It was Oedipus, and those nights
The holy Christ.
I'm a blasphemah post-Katrina the marina. on a crusade to cruise aids
And blast
You're too late, we're fucked we don't ya.

Amen. In the name of the Father, Son and Ghost
Head, shoulders, and toes
Turn up nose, strike that pose.
HEY MACARENA!