Luyện nghe bài hát The Church Bizzare

The stage is set my for the play
that never -
this comedy we the Church Bizzare,
once you you are bound to find
by the pound,
assured the more you pay the God
you are.
Your mouth so paralysed fear you
not speak,
your eyes so and hypnotised you
weep,
so blinkered to that you no
care,
that profit is the prophet of
and despair.
on the dancers -
on the clowns,
who you to ride on their
merry-go-rounds,
they the money and they make the rules,
you are born again fools.
THE PRAYER:
God of wealth and God of might me
to paradise,
for many lives bought and sold that
I may walk streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and I rest
in my pockets filled,
and bear the of one who knows
God's Love my cup overflows.
A 'salvation salesman's -
to the extreme,
easy for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these and theives 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 they'd be pressed to match
in skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this horde,
who sheler corruption with the banner of their Lord.
(Repeat 3 & 4)
The curtain never on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't to see their lies,
for the people who are are the ones who will be laughing
at fate,
just can't wait to bleed you dry.