Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the seats at the masses,
Filled with the massive asses,
pass as fast as molasses.
Ceremonial glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the kids are a little too for this.
All the nod in agreement -
"I I can vaguely see what he meant."
It's too in the morning glory
To another allegory story,
The father, reads a bit farther,
the assured that they need not bother
"when God, in verse 45, said the slaves are to buy,
He meant people, all from the start
Each have slaves within hearts.
Things, we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton
God calls us to set these free, our hearts 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 that are bumpin' my iPod
My god, they're to pray
And over the I can hear them say
"dear God, dear Lord, vague muscular man with a beard 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 might for making me rich and white
And this is your day of rest, I come to you with one request
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 your light, so I'm sure your pretty tight
But my dog just had leg surgery if you could fix first...

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

Obama, you pass some hope to the pope
I know a dude's who wanna elope
See the pope said, "nope" so the bros cope.
(The bros can but the bros can't cope)
They've been in love, they've been
Who said shouldn't? Benedict did.
Cause in the holy land of the Lord 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 one pope and only one dick
a dick on a pope 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 gender is 1 to 10.
Winos at the station, trans-gendered-substantiation
Jesus wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a and I'm on fire
It was Oedipus, and those holy
The motherfucking Christ.
I'm a blasphemah post-Katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to cruise
And blast
You're too late, we're fucked we need ya.

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