Luyện nghe bài hát The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual...

They it faith
called it fair
They called it
I call it shit we were alone
simply paid no mind
You'd suffered such a
Then you were
A mother way too

They you'd made your bed
Then they your head
With the
The bells of a
You say still ashamed
I with that I could make it

salt thrown over shoulder
A coin tossed in a
Not unlike a knock on

You only in as much
As you were to touch
Did you feel like a human when spoke
And so you hid life
All up inside
enough to make
Your angels

You took all you
And tried to make your own words
Only by the sound
The of a cathedral
Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it stop

All my
Surrounded,
thought as threats
I forget