Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience the Gulf of the Cauldron
over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of

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

He's buyin' his way into I suppose
He at the blows
But down in a that we cannot disclose
He turns the dial
Through the of the Cross

Crowd done up dandy in diamonds and
Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty
Fists like pistons, faces like 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, there's a like a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him along as a truncheon"

The gunman wants Molly to kingdom
Then blows all to the hereafter
Who's away now and hidden from our view?
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her

hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are
But down in a location we cannot disclose
They turn the dial
the Stations of the Cross

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

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

They're hurlin' themselves into I suppose
Before the are closed
But in a location that we cannot disclose
They the dial slowly
Through the of the Cross
the Stations of the Cross

Through the Stations of the