Luyện nghe bài hát The Church Bizzare

The stage is set my for the play
never ends -
this comedy we call the Bizzare,
once you enetr you are to find
by the pound,
assured the you pay the nearer God
you are.
mouth so paralysed with fear you
not speak,
your eyes so blind and you
weep,
so blinkered to that you no
care,
that is the prophet of corruption
and despair.
on the dancers -
on the clowns,
who invite you to on their
merry-go-rounds,
they make the and they make the rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born fools.
THE PRAYER:
God of and God of might guide me
to paradise,
for many lives bought and sold that
I may your streets of gold,
my heart is cold and still I rest
in my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who
God's Love my cup overflows.
A 'salvation dream -
to the extreme,
easy pickings for the and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and whose
is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they care.
And if all the Devil's minions let
loose to do will,
I think be hard pressed to match
in skill,
the wickedness and of this evangelic horde,
who sheler their corruption with the banner of Lord.
(Repeat 3 & 4)
The never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you begin to see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the who will be laughing
at fate,
they can't wait to bleed you dry.