Luyện nghe bài hát Serpent Saints

Money, greed and constant
The smell of death is
Its got you in your track
And rolling over on back

But you know me, inside
And you me, godless and wild
You know me, to his own
But they just won't you alone

of the morning, prince of the world
Black angels of the
Part of the system, no way we
We are saints

The little bit of you that got

Reason lasts but for a
Kill like it's out of style
And with a price her head
Your mother starts to look bread

of the morning, godless absurd
Black of the herd
Part of the system, no way we
We are serpent

Redeem the lost tribes, I was buried
In the age of disgrace, to be saved
With lies in the blood, you never see the day
Rise from the grave, you saints
I'm the bit of you that got

the world at your feet
Control, alternate,
And when time to thin the herd
Make ten to the word

Sons of the morning, godless
Black angels of the
of the system, no way we ain't
We are serpent

Sons of the morning, prince of the
angels of the herd
Part of the system, hell no, we
We are serpent

and dying
We are serpent
and lying
We are serpent

and crying
We are saints
There's no
We are saints