Luyện nghe bài hát Rant

All the at the Sunday masses,
Filled with the mass's asses,
Classes pass as as molasses.
reading glasses.
Read a bit of Leviticus.
All the are a little too little for this.
All the parents nod in -
"I think I can see what he meant."
It's too in the morning glory
To another allegory story,
The father, a little bit farther,
Assuring the that they need not bother
"when God, in verse 45, said the are okay to buy,
He meant that people, all from the
Each have within their hearts.
Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our cotton
God us to set these free, free our hearts from 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 beats that are bumpin' from my
My god, starting to pray
And the music I can hear them say
"dear God, Lord, dear 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 holy might for making me both rich and white
And though is your day of rest, I come to you with one request
There's so much beyond this steeple,
Wars and and homeless people.
Sadness, where there should be joy, hate and and soulja boy.
A world in darkness needs your light, so I'm sure your pretty tight
But my dog just had leg if you could fix that first...

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

Obama, you pass some hope to the pope
I know a couple who wanna 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 addicted
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 Benedict if you've been a dick Benedict but
You can't have because there's only one pope and only one dick
What? a dick on a is
like a soap on a rope cause it's
Pointless, unless in prison, up your Bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it's men,
Because the gender is 1 to 10.
Winos at the eucharist station,
wasn't the messiah, get back I'm a heretic and I'm on fire
It was Oedipus, and those nights
The motherfucking Christ.
I'm a blasphemah post-Katrina the marina. on a crusade to cruise aids
And FEMA
You're too late, we're we don't need ya.

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