Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

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

In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats are bumpin' from my iPod
My god, they're to pray
And the music I can hear them say
"dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man a beard or a sword.
good all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh.
The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving hater,
I'd like to thank your might for making me both rich and white
And though this is day of rest, I come to you with one request
There's so much pain this steeple,
and drugs and homeless people.
Sadness, where there should be joy, hate and rape and boy.
A world in darkness needs your light, so I'm sure 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, could you some hope to the pope
I know a couple dude's who elope
See the said, "nope" so the bros can't cope.
(The bros can but the bros can't cope)
They've been in love, been addicted
Who said they Benedict did.
in the holy land of the Lord he's the holy landlord and dicks are evicted.
Cause you can be a if you've been a dick under Benedict but
You can't have Benedicts because there's only one pope and only one
What? a 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 raining men,
Because the ratio is 1 to 10.
Winos at the eucharist station,
Jesus wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a heretic and I'm on
It was Oedipus, and holy nights
The holy Christ.
I'm a post-Katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to cruise aids
And FEMA
You're too late, we're fucked we don't ya.

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