Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Ray

What is there to say, I can't be silent
Hear the of Ray
And you'll be
People, no fun

I saw Raymond one time, he said, "Hello"
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so fine, so high above
This constant dripping

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

Melting rock metal
rock into metal
Melting rock metal again

Melting into metal
rock into metal
Melting rock into metal

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

the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as
People have a way when their is violent
People, no fun

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

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

Melting into metal
Melting into metal
rock into metal again

In a dark place in the water
Is an old man in a can
And he's in the old rain