Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

your is your anarchy
your your peace
your gospel is your
your famine is your
destruction is your
woman and your priest
I fear your falling
to be your beast
I believe in something
the prophecies are in
us one by one
the angels of the seven
of the sun
silent lay the gentle
the and the gun
I believe the above
are to everyone
I in something strange
Prophets and angels fall the altar
weak is the grip of the of the brave
pray for the bleeding lie in the shatters
pray for the dying lie in their graves
through guilt and fear
is not I had in mind
and my has run far too thin
among the of you all
and I'm I have nothing
for you
a of tragedy
a watchful eye
a of agony
pours down the sky
the dancers of
go quickly by
I to understand
the reason why
I believe in strange
strange this of mine