Luyện nghe bài hát They Pray with Snakes [Remix]

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I can hear them screaming through the forest at night
[repeat and echoes]

In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles
In a southern town where the devil comes to pray
A choir sings with their sewn shut
By a stream the playing, water flowing with blood
The stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the
toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
In the the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
Suffering is all around the of death in the air
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to
Its just an everyday life and a routine
People walking right by, but never the screams
A backwoods philosophy down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these

of a book and forgotten in history
a where the secret is surrounded by mystery

I can hear them thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and poison my mind!
I can hear screaming thru the forest at night!
pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!

Was it a curse or a sickness raised in the minds,
of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the
No remorse in the soul and their pitch black
thirsty for the blood hound murder
Feasting on the brains of the ones they sinners
Cousin cletus in the carving torsos for dinner
In a barn on a meat bodies are hanging,
in a cellar by a chain more are swinging!
And in the fields like a scene a no parking lot
Abandoned for so many years start to rot
And in the garden in a hole dug deep
all the bones and belongings all piled in a
Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the
The screams of suffering blowing in the breeze
Not on any map undiscovered, never
the secrets of a small town kept away...

I can hear them thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they my mind!
I can hear them thru the forest at night!
They pray snakes... and they poison my mind!

(On about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering
the hills for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him... to
church...he is a handler)

I can hear them thru the forest at night!
They pray snakes... and they poison my mind!
I can hear screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they my mind