Luyện nghe bài hát The Church Bizzare

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