Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

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

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

He's his way into heaven I suppose
He at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot
He turns the slowly
the Stations of the Cross

Crowd done up dandy in and finery
Bayin' and howlin', all callin'
like pistons, faces like meat spoilin'
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through the of the Cross