Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the at the Sunday masses,
Filled with the mass's asses,
Classes as fast as molasses.
reading glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the kids are a too little for this.
All the nod in agreement -
"I think I can vaguely see he meant."
too early in the morning glory
To read another story,
The father, a little bit farther,
Assuring the that they need not bother
"when God, in 45, said the slaves are okay to buy,
He meant people, all from the start
Each have slaves 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 hearts slavery...
And then as God on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves..."

In the back, I sit and I nod to the that are bumpin' from my iPod
My god, they're to pray
And over the music I can hear say
"dear God, dear Lord, vague muscular man with a beard or a sword.
Dear all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh.
The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, faggot hater,
I'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and
And though this is day of rest, I come to you with one request
There's so pain beyond this steeple,
Wars and and homeless people.
Sadness, where there be joy, hate and rape and soulja 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 fix that first...

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

Obama, could you pass some to the pope
I know a couple dude's who elope
See the said, "nope" so the bros can't cope.
(The bros can grope but the can't cope)
They've been in love, they've been
Who they shouldn't? Benedict did.
Cause in the holy land of the Lord he's the 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 one dick
What? a dick on a is
Just a soap on a rope cause it's
Pointless, in prison, throw up your Bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it's men,
Because the ratio is 1 to 10.
Winos at the station, trans-gendered-substantiation
wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a heretic and I'm on fire
It was Oedipus, and holy nights
The holy Christ.
I'm a blasphemah post-Katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to aids
And FEMA
You're too late, we're fucked we need ya.

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