Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest blows up from a
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like in the dyed of slattern

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

He's buyin' his way into I suppose
He weeps at the
But in a location that we cannot disclose
He the dial slowly
Through the of the Cross

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

in the evenin', Molly and her gunman
Go the stairs to the dive like a dungeon
in the backroom, there's a girl like a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him as a constable's truncheon"

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

They're hurlin' themselves heaven I suppose
Before the gates are
But down in a location that we disclose
They turn the slowly
Through the Stations of the

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

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

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

the Stations of the Cross