Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

your is your anarchy
your violence your
your gospel is your
famine is your feast
destruction is architect
your and your priest
I your falling sanctuary's
to be your beast
I believe in strange
the prophecies are in
us one by one
the angels of the churches
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
is the grip of the hand of the brave
pray for the that lie in the shatters
pray for the dying that lie in their
submission through 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
awakes a eye
a serenade of
pours from the sky
the of catastrophe
go spinning by
I begin to
the reason why
I believe in strange
strange this of mine