Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Ray

What is there to say, still I be silent
Hear the of Ray
And you'll be
People, no fun

I saw speak one time, he said, "Hello"
And as he up my mind, [Incomprehensible] so fried and battered
I heard his words so fine, so high above
This dripping chatter

Young feeding on the scrapple
And on your Adam's apple
And you hear yourself in all this babble
And are you role strain

Melting rock metal
Melting rock metal
Melting into metal again

Melting rock into
Melting into metal
Melting into metal again

In a dark place, in the sky
Is an old man in a can
And he's in the old rain
In the sky, he's leaning
He's leaning, he's
He's leaning, he's

Hear the of Ray
the boy as tyrant
People have a way their mood is violent
People, no fun

I a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two in mind, wait, it does not matter
And this rock is turning into sand while we are
in our own shatter

You can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so
Like no sugar in your coffee
And I can't 'cause I got me a mouthful
And been grinding this grain

Melting rock into
rock into metal
Melting into metal again

In a dark in the deep water
Is an old man in a can
And waiting in the old rain