Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord

Got you concerned by some mistake
A bit blacker magic for that soul sake
Kinda you cold, a wicked twist on your fate
Could call it or subdue to create

Got you fooled by a mass
Bragging 'bout fortunes you're to land
And your got your conscious sore
But it feels so good you scream for more

The Devil stole the from the Lord
It's to set things straight
Bragging like a brat you got away
You're goin' and you have to pay

Got you numbers and talking in tongues
Got your name in blood, suck the air from your
And have you playin' such devious games
Where no bets are even, the dealer's always the

Now your illusions, they seem so grand
What you call yours is just second
question what they want from you
Just get up and dance they tell you to

The Devil stole the from the Lord
It's time to set straight
Bragging a brat that you got away
You're goin' down and you to pay

It's to smile
When you on your laughter
But the Lord works in ways
Without a or a clue

Got you by a mass demand
Bragging 'bout you're about to land
And your got your conscious sore
But it feels so good when you for more

The devil stole the from the Lord
Do you got what it
Keep braggin' like a brat that you got
Thought last till the end
But you don't the means, oh no, you don't

The Devil stole the from the Lord
And the sway
You're down and you have to pay

Yeah, you to pay