Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest blows up a squall
Past the of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron
over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the like in the dyed hair of slattern

The scrapper and mauler in a rope this small
Outside the wind is punchin', 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 heaven I suppose
He weeps at the
But in a location that we cannot disclose
He the dial slowly
the Stations of the Cross

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Stations of the Cross