Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest blows up a squall
Past the Cape of Bad into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of

The scrapper and mauler in a ring this small
Outside the wind is punchin', there's no one to it
No one hears the bell ring except the one who to fear it
And they continue to

buyin' his way into heaven I suppose
He at the blows
But down in a location we cannot disclose
He turns the slowly
Through the of the Cross

Crowd up dandy in diamonds and finery
and howlin', all blood-lusty callin'
Fists like pistons, faces meat spoilin'
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

Later in the evenin', and her gunman
Go down the stairs to the like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom, a girl like a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him along as a truncheon"

The gunman wants Molly to come
Then blows them all to the
Who's scuttling away now and hidden our view?
Who tightened the tourniquet, her blue?

They're hurlin' themselves into heaven I
Before the gates are
But down in a location we cannot disclose
They the dial slowly
Through the of the Cross

The gale of laughter scales up the ivory
Black of her fine whine descend into the minor
Die away breathless diminishin' her
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

The water up to the eaves
You'd think had opened a valve
It's too to stay now and too late to leave
So your remorse all the way up to Calvary

They're hurlin' themselves heaven I suppose
Before the are closed
But down in a location that we cannot
They turn the slowly
Through the of the Cross
Through the of the Cross

Through the of the Cross