Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Ray

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

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

Young feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts on Adam's apple
And you can't yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling strain

Melting rock into
Melting rock into
Melting rock into again

Melting rock metal
rock into metal
Melting rock metal again

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

the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as
People have a way when their mood is
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 while we are drowning
in our own shatter

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

Melting rock metal
Melting rock into
Melting rock metal again

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