Luyện nghe bài hát The Insult Circus

from the moment I heard your deceit and subtle lies
from the moment you me silent I burned to question: why?
why? why do you insist, you persist in blasphemy of my and God?
take your opinions and accusations home and rot
your world is so
nausea grips my stomach...I think I'm gonna
and to think I once part in the narrowmindedness of a hardened heart

why the insults to my
is no point without support
blaming God for of men
you don't even
some feeble point or shock
who do you
you profit off another's
and bite the hand that to aid lies
motive: ego...knowledge: who
solution: zero...your oh so vague

and the "millions of dead"
whoever you are mumbling and grumbling today
your music's and you're outspoken
but you have little or to say
and the boys south of heaven
who knock t.v. preachers every other word
you come off so concerned and charge for a t-shirt
hypocrisy your breath
deception reeks thick and
you don't about anyone but yourself
you couldn't less if I rot in hell
me or else.

and the named after the cow disease
so if you're without sin then go ahead
cast two cents in and half the bands in the
mag on the bandwagon of the insult circus
of all the wrongs you slag the and lose us to your purpose
if you're so then solve my troubles
you ask more (and more, and more, and...)
needless questions and my double
give us we can use
you serve only to

this song is meant to directly
to those who of God
though they so little of him